Little bird, little bird,
whisper me truth.
I've stormed the world
my self and seen none.
Little bird, little bird,
show me the trust.
Been stormed world o'er
in spite of self, none.
Little bird, little bird,
have me believe.
Storms and storming
I'm just not enough.
Hey, screech my deaf ear.
life feats and repeats,
we know, lest hope.
And call this help,
all will be well all,
as we take flight
in the fear that pervades
the now and pending storms.
