And it's just—
when the hell did you leave?
And why in the world won't you come back?
Somewhere between the land and the sky,

You had grown your feathered wings 
&
Flew...
And somewhere between being painted black
&
Blue,
You managed to find your purpose
&
Use...

And it's just—
I watched you soar.
I watched you soar away.
I sung your lullabies
I recalled your words,
I cried for you.
I cry for you.

I cry for you ...

But you are too high up.
You do not hear me.