Delta

On a delta in the river's mouth We were born again out of the South Songs of the field from an ancient hurt Are buried in the mud and blood and dirt Beautiful birds against the wind Watching silver wings wear thin Singing a tale of where they've been Beautiful birds against the wind Let his tilted heart turn in the wind Holding out till it could not pretend Peonies of the room have past away Memory, she blooms and begs to stay Beautiful birds against the wind Watching our silver wings wear thin Singing a tale of where they've been Beautiful birds against the wind Beautiful birds against the wind Oh my hardened land he cannot heal With his calloused hands he tried to yield Digging up the dreams buried in my chest Hidden with a love he laid to rest