Bluebirds - Marshall Williams

blue birds hide from me down the back lane I long for them, long for their call stirring in the darkness but afraid singing out their song but they fly on fly over me shield me from the night bleed into me give me life take from me my wrongs and make me right the flowers turn their faces to the sun, but the petals burn in the fire’s light smoke suffocates all the life though they try and try to breath with all their might Pass over me take me from the fire bleed out of me go back to the dungeons of