Little Bird from New Disguise by Dan Frechette & Laurel Thomsen

Little bird, little bird, crying in a cage.
Trying to assuage the tears that run down.
Wounded or burned, your beauty shines through night.
Your song fulfills my night, and freedom clouds float high above
the shattered stories gone.

Just let them fall, let them fall, fate scrawled upon your wall.
A breaking heart will mend and you'll be whole again, my friend.
Just let them fall.

Little bird, little bird, sorry that you bleed.
Don't perceive the need to lock the pains away.
When in the end, you'll spread your wings and fly,
circle to the sky.
Shatter off your chains and let them tumble to the ground.

If you take my hand, I'll make sure you stand.
See you through the end.
To catch the dreams you left behind, afraid to carry on.

Little bird, little bird. Let's picnic in the sun.
I thought our time had come, but now you're sitting near.
Glory be found, we'll pick feathers from the trees,
fall down on our knees.
Thank the angels who fell before you to soften up your fall.

• Americana
• Folk
• celtic
• classical
• folk rock
• roots folk
• Bonny Doon