This one's about my OC, Alex Blackbird (see projects on my main for more info) Come Home As she gathered your wings In her arms, small and light, She cried. She cried for she knew You may never see the morning light, Not again. But poor little birdie, You may rise from your soil bed, And take glorious flight So you may come home instead. When the smoke spread its wings Like a crow taking flight, You tried all your will To save what you might. And strong little birdie, When I found you in the clouds, I thought your wings had gone cold, But here you fly, free and warm. And so, little birdie, I want you to take to heart, No matter where those places are, The ones that are safe and warm, I want you to know, You can always come home. Go make me proud, birdie. Come home when you’re done.
