Despite what you have heard

You cannot cage this bird

The sparrow on the wing

Longs to hear you sing

Once you have opened your heart to its church

You find that the sparrow won't come to its perch



Tears in conceit

Narrow as your caged beliefs



If you must assume the rose may never bloom

Is creation such a fact?

Can it be taken back?

Once you have opened your heart to its church

You find that your heart won't come home to its perch

Years to complete

Arrow winds in two wounds deep

Once for those who put a size on love

Once for those who only look above for sideways eights



Once you have opened your heart to its church

You find that your heart has come home to its perch