Staring At A Bird

I'm here staring at a bird in a tree

Lying still, only wishing he were me

'Cause for a bird it's not a crime

To try and satisfy his bird belly hunger

Or fly the blue belly sky

And from his bird's eye view

He can pick and he can choose

He doesn't have to grieve his spirit

No he doesn't have to lose a moment's joy there in his nest

No matter what his mess, and he can barrel out his chest

And he can fly away...

But I'm pinned down in my bed again

I don't think I could fly (I wouldn't try)

If I was a bird I would be content

To peck along the ground

'Cause I'm pinned down again...

I'm here staring at a bird on a limb

Lying still, only wishing I was him

'Cause I could use a haven,

A nest above my fate

Call it a rest from the chasing of me pillow and my plate

And for a bird it's always right to love his appetite

He's too dumb to know the struggle, to weak to know the fight

He can fly south when he gets cold, sing until he's old

And on a whim, he can unfold his wings

And fly away

I'm here staring at a bird in the air

I wonder what I'd see if I looked down from there

I'd see a shattered temple, all it's members in a sweat

Everyone's been degraded, every sermon they forget

I'd see a man pulled from his bed by the same Hands of Love

That hung a cross around his neck

Just to remind him, remind him who he was...