Photo by: Ken Pogs
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Lyrics by Renee Mendoza Haran of Filthybird
I was born to birds
who were singing all of the time.
And I just don’t have time for talking
with singing on my mind.
I was born a bird
and a bird I will die
but I’ll just go on being a bird
singing in the southern skies.
I was born to sing
it’s all I know to do.
It takes all I’ve got
to do the things I know that I should do.
My mother was born to sing
and her mother too
but they lost their voices
singing in a world that was cruel.
I was born to love
even though it hurts.
The straight and narrow path
sleepin’ on the pews of the church.
But none of that was true
except for the part
the part about lovin’,
with all of your heart.
When I hold your hand
I feel you tremblin’.
Like you don’t know what’s going on
and everything you know is wrong.
I know who you are,
You’re a beam of light.
Shining down on me
in the darkest hardest loneliest night
In the southern skies.
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