Little Bird, Little Song

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[Verse 1]
Tiny bird on my windowsill
Crumbs on the plate
You stand so still
Head tilted like you’re asking me
“Can I sing what you can’t speak?”

[Chorus]
Sing
Little bird
Sing your song
All the short days
All night long
Fill this small room with sky so wide
Carry my heart on your wings outside

[Verse 2]
Steam on the glass
Late afternoon
You start to hum your crooked tune
Not quite straight
But it feels like truth
Crooked notes stitching something new

[Chorus]
Sing
Little bird
Sing your song
All the short days
All night long
Fill this small room with sky so wide
Carry my heart on your wings outside

[Bridge]
You don’t worry if the words sound right (mm)
You just open up and let ‘em fly
Maybe I’m the one who’s learning
How to live as if the air is mine

[Chorus]
So sing
Little bird
Sing your song
I’ll hum along
I’ll hum along (oh yeah)
Turn this old ache into something bright
Carry my heart through the open light