Look in the mirror
Look what you’ve done...

The bells are ringing; they’re calling me...
The panpipes are singing; they’re holding...

The ways I live by hunt me
I’m the fish at the end of the line...

You tried to faze me out but I’m still here
You tried to stop me thinking but my thoughts are...

My feathers are rumpled with a layer of dirty oil
Without my softest wings I can’t fly, stuck...

No! You can’t
Won’t let you, I shan’t...

I saw you yesterday
My heart raced...

You stand so near
So near I can hear your breath...

We’re in a race
It’s a long way and its cross country...

I’m a spectrum of emotion
Each day a new sight...

In my mind there’s a room
I can leave it...

My hands are held up in a silent prayer
Who am I praying to; there is no one there...