Thrushes

 

I have many hometowns several wives 
Countless children
I stay in situations until
I can’t do anything with them 

I have a million plans 4 billion dreams
Thousands of religions
It’s a lot of work keeping
Everything running sometimes it doesn’t  

I rely on this one love 
I survive on this one love
And no other 

I would die without this 
One love my one love
Oh my mother and father

I have many miles many kilometers
A few centimeters 
My wings stretch further than I can fly
Sometimes I hover 

I look up to the sky out to the sea
Into the mud 
They give me all I need 
And it seems now I must still go on

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