The Wings of a Blackbird


In the direction that a blackbird
he does crow
That is the direction
I long to go
If I had his wings
I'd spread them and fly
Into the sky I'd go
higher than high
Away from the loneliness
and all this despair
Till I could find someone
who really would care
On the pew of a church
I would rest my feet
But the judgmental words
would make me retreat
In the window of every house
I would make my stand
Ran away by the angry words
of each and every man
What happened to mankind
does anybody know
Tell this poor blackbird
where should he go

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