i pulled out my father's old double string guitar and was up till 5am and i wrote this song that i think may be my favorite one of all, so far...at least:
who knows what kind of things a winter wind brings
perhaps a kiss for their sons and daughters
a reason for innocent laughter
tis the season to be an eagle
and maybe, just maybe, the word that you spread
will come back home
just in time, just in time, for bed
the cage bird sings,
she spreads her wings, her wings
and in the darkness you stand with your palm flattened
and your eyes closed
as she lands and pecks your hand
she flies out the window and lands on a snowy cherry tree
to be, to be, to be, free, to be, to be free, is to be free,
must we understand this warmth we feel in our chests
the beating of our brave little hearts
i will moisten the cracks on your lips with a simple
winters kiss
and maybe, just maybe, the love we spread
will come back home
just in time, just in time, for bed