Staring At a Bird

I'm here staring at a bird in a tree Lying still, only wishing he were me 'Cause for a bird it's not a crime To try and satisfy his bird belly hunger Or fly the blue belly sky And from his bird's eye view He can pick and he can choose He doesn't have to grieve his spirit No he doesn't have to lose a moment's joy there in his nest No matter what his mess, and he can barrel out his chest And he can fly away... But I'm pinned down in my bed again I don't think I could fly (I wouldn't try) If I was a bird I would be content To peck along the ground 'Cause I'm pinned down again... I'm here staring at a bird on a limb Lying still, only wishing I was him 'Cause I could use a haven, A nest above my fate Call it a rest from the chasing of me pillow and my plate And for a bird it's always right to love his appetite He's too dumb to know the struggle, to weak to know the fight He can fly south when he gets cold, sing until he's old And on a whim, he can unfold his wings And fly away I'm here staring at a bird in the air I wonder what I'd see if I looked down from there I'd see a shattered temple, all it's members in a sweat Everyone's been degraded, every sermon they forget I'd see a man pulled from his bed by the same Hands of Love That hung a cross around his neck Just to remind him, remind him who he was...