Songbird

I cried at the tomb of St Francis With so much to redeem So I sang at the tomb of Martin Luther King Finished just in time to hear I Have a Dream Now the bells are too heavy to ring The winds of change are blowing but not stirring up anything Now my voice is too heavy to sing How does a songbird take flight with a clipped wing I heard sing for your life Just before he gasped for air So I tried but amazing grace was everywhere All we could cry out, is we're still not there Now the bells are too heavy to ring The winds of change are blowing but not stirring up anything Now my voice is too heavy to sing How does a songbird take flight with a clipped wing As we've stumbled, as we've crawled Searched and rescued through the rise and fall As we've taken as we've come As we've conquered as we've won As we believe in what we've done I hear silence in the streets But empty pots and empty pans Empty hearts still beat Now the bells are too heavy to ring The winds of change are blowing but not stirring up anything Now my voice is too heavy to sing How does a songbird take flight with a clipped wing Now the bells are too heavy to ring The winds of change are blowing but not stirring up anything Now my voice is too heavy to sing How does a songbird take flight with a clipped wing