​In my father’s house

Little bird, can I hold you for a while?

-Listen to the song I sing?

I promise not to crush your voice

If you only fold your wings.

-They hid me away in the secret place

-When the bad men came

-The end of the killing day

-Turned into the quiet of dawn

-The next morning, the fresh smell

-Of blood brought the dogs

-I was too scared to move

-For days.

Little bird don’t fly away?

I know it’s hard to share your pain,

There is no shame in fear.

Settle in again, right here.

-The dogs left, but still I stayed

-Frozen in the secret place

-The door stuck or had been blocked

-I did not want to make a sound

-Eventually, I cried for help

-I kicked and hit and tired quick

-Eventually, the death overwhelmed

-Walls pressed in from all around

-Then slowly, I became the ground

-That dreamed of being a red, red, bird.

You can fly away now dear

I’ve held your light, dissolved your fear.

Recognized your pain was real,

Even if the story wasn’t.