It is a whirlwind of bird's wings
and the hollow bones that whistle
the songs of humanities
that have lived and died for this...

I want to find one child
and give her everything she deserves
and protect her from the maelstrom
and keep her eyes dry...
I want to find you in the wind
and pluck you out
and protect you from it all

I want to take last summer
and the way the sun set in your eyes
to fill your cheeks with the blush of nighttime
and give it to that child inside of you

It is a whirwind of bird's wings
and the hollow bones that whistle
the songs of humanities
that have lived and died for you...

[I want you to be safe here
in the eye]