One day imagining myself as a bird...

We turned all our sharp parts inwards,
Kept our shell from breaking open,
Our love was an idea,
Safe and sound and softly spoken

But ever since I've had a beak,
I've wondered what a beak is for-
What I meant to be a gentle peck
Struck fast and hard right to our core

First there was a bright,
Tiny point of light
Then there was a fissure
That grew into a crack
And under all the pressure
A part of us had shattered
The feeling told us wholeness
Was never coming back

We must learn to fall, before we learn to fly,
It's a test of faith for my love and I

Some try to stop us,
They pluck out our feathers
While they're combing our wings
Some try to warn us
Not to trust doting hands
With our most fragile things

All the red leaves shiver
Overlooking the Hudson River
In their fragile spines I see the lines
Of my tired hands
I've been fortune-telling them,
They'll have long lives and children
Deep inside I know we're all bracing for the fall

We must learn to fall before we learn to fly
It's a test of faith for my love and I