bohemian bird

running from shelter, you're my bohemian bird, the winter has melted, and summer won't be left unheard, we've been lost before, we'll be lost forever, and they can keep asking, and we'll tell them we're displaced together, raindrops like roadblocks, we're the indigenous ones, we scraped out the bottom, and we drift in the morning sun, we can live our lives, like the colors in our feathers, they can keep asking, we'll tell them we're displaced together, and nothing is broken and nothing is lost, we'll hear the unspoken, the bridges we cross, and i'll remain fearless at trails that don't last, the trees become ghosts and the journey's at bay, and nothing is broken and nothing is lost, we'll hear the unspoken, the bridges we cross, and i'll remain fearless at trails that don't last, the trees become ghosts and the journey's at bay