The Thrush from Soul Searching by Ricky Kendall

What does it mean to love without the aid of string?
Just like the Thrush and the song that he sings.
He knows it's a giving thing
when no one is listening.
what reason what great exchange
for to sing again through the grateful plain?

Where do I lay all my love and my hate?
Both have a goal one to give one to take.
I think of that flying wing
not with holding a single thing.
requite is a sight that he has yet to see
for all his melody.

Up the coast I'll leave a loving ghost
and a fleeting tune.
racing past a half a summer sun
from a harvest moon.
Songs of struggle for a place to stay
for a humble nest.
I'll sing softer in the sky's quiet violet.

All creation sings like I do.
Even when my heart swears not to. I still do.

When I become like that boarderless bird
I'll fly away and be glory observed.
I know it's a lofty dream
and whether I wake or sleep
I'm still just a wingless being falling down
on this tumbling ground.

Look at the love in my hands on my face
Look at the sky blue and blank as a page.

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