Birdwatcher

Being the observer from who I would run

I finally lay low in the grass

Hear the air sing between dawn's cracks of sun

And rest between vines of the past

Existing and living gets hard on my lungs

So I walk calm

To sit far

To see softer

Thinking with grace about what I've become

A birdwatcher, birdwatcher, birdwatcher

Birdwatcher, birdwatcher, birdwatcher

Pattern in movement, in flight, and in song

But I won't interfere or react

A soak in the silence, a bath in the pause

No more is needed than that

Existing and living gets hard on my lungs

So I walk calm

To sit far

To see softer

Thinking with grace about what I've become

A birdwatcher, birdwatcher, birdwatcher

Birdwatcher, birdwatcher, birdwatcher

Birdwatcher, birdwatcher, birdwatcher

What you bury can come back up

Birdwatcher, birdwatcher, birdwatcher

I guess that I didn't dig deep enough

Birdwatcher, birdwatcher, birdwatcher

What you bury can come back up

Birdwatcher, birdwatcher, birdwatcher

I guess that I didn't dig deep enough

Birdwatcher, birdwatcher, birdwatcher

What you bury can come back up

Birdwatcher, birdwatcher, birdwatcher

I guess that I didn't dig deep enough

Birdwatcher, birdwatcher, birdwatcher

What you bury can come back up

Birdwatcher, birdwatcher, birdwatcher

I guess that I didn't dig deep enough

Birdwatcher, birdwatcher, birdwatcher

Birdwatcher, birdwatcher, birdwatcher

Birdwatcher, birdwatcher, birdwatcher

Birdwatcher, birdwatcher, birdwatcher