I see a little broken bird
Just lay in front of a church
How can I hide how I have always hurt
To these eyes
So surprised they cried and begged to me
Is this high design or destiny
A dirty message it left inside of me
And through its bloody feathers
I saw a broken heart
Why would god remove all pleasures
From a natural art
I see a little broken bird
Just lay in front of a church
How can I hide how I have always hurt
To these eyes
So surprised they cried and begged to me
Is this high design or destiny
A dirty message it left inside of me
And through its bloody feathers
I saw a broken heart
Why would god remove all pleasures
From a natural art