Songbird

I cried at the tomb of St Francis
With so much to redeem
So I sang at the tomb of Martin Luther King
Finished just in time to hear I Have a Dream

Now the bells are too heavy to ring
The winds of change are blowing but not stirring up anything
Now my voice is too heavy to sing
How does a songbird take flight with a clipped wing

I heard sing for your life
Just before he gasped for air
So I tried but amazing grace was everywhere
All we could cry out, is we're still not there

Now the bells are too heavy to ring
The winds of change are blowing but not stirring up anything
Now my voice is too heavy to sing
How does a songbird take flight with a clipped wing

As we've stumbled, as we've crawled
Searched and rescued through the rise and fall
As we've taken as we've come
As we've conquered as we've won
As we believe in what we've done

I hear silence in the streets
But empty pots and empty pans
Empty hearts still beat

Now the bells are too heavy to ring
The winds of change are blowing but not stirring up anything
Now my voice is too heavy to sing
How does a songbird take flight with a clipped wing

Now the bells are too heavy to ring
The winds of change are blowing but not stirring up anything
Now my voice is too heavy to sing
How does a songbird take flight with a clipped wing