Place me in the left pocket of your loveI am a wounded sparrowA stick without the arrowAnd I need to hear the WordsI need to hear the Words
I am but a child with a golden keyThat does not understand the valueI clutch it in my handsSwear to the starsThat it will never be swallowedIt slips into the mudGets trampled by the swineIt slips into the cracksOf the places that are uncharted
Place me in the left pocket of Your loveI am a wounded sparrowA stick without the arrowAnd I need to hear the WordsHow I need to hear the Words?
Oh, here it is!By my side it never left!How did it slip my hands, Father?How unwatched It was kept Now I’m a teen with the golden keyThat wields it like a bronze swordIt would not fit the lock So I forced itForced it, until it bent into a knot
“I have a key and that is a door!”
Surely it must open, so I thoughtUseless it is nowIt is nowhere to be bought?
Place me in the left pocket of Your loveI am a wounded sparrowA stick without the arrowAnd I need to hear the WordsOh how I need to hear the Words
As good as new!How does it shine brighter?
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