Blackbird
You hold an angel
In your tearstained
Outstretched hand
On your soul a lable
Reading 'Precious'
Glinting in the dark
Blackbird
Your feathers are torn
But they will heal
You will soar again
Sorrow's cloak you've worn
Will tumble unneeded
Engulfed in distant dark
Blackbird
He sends His Son
To dry your plumes
His sign is the rainbow
That one day soon
You will lay down your head
And sleep.
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