| Oh these tattered | |
| imaginary wings | |
| Want to make them real | |
| real | |
| Oh these many | |
| useless coverings | |
| Want to make throw away | |
| away | |
| You are the shelter in the winter rain | |
| You are the child underneath the pain | |
| You are | |
| Feeling heavy | |
| you won?t let it down | |
| It?s not their not | |
| their | |
| Sparrow falling | |
| until she?s on the ground | |
| Your not alone | |
| alone | |
| You are the caged one who is finally free | |
| You are the oasis in the desert heat | |
| You are the shelter in the winter rain | |
| You are the child underneath the pain | |
| You hold the answer though you can?t explain | |
| What you are to me |