A sparrow song



Sometimes when the sparrow lands outside my window
I think about how I miss your song,
your sweet whistling
and dance
that went on and on 

And sometimes when the sparrow lands outside my window
and sings its speckled sparrow song,
I wonder,
“will I ever be strong,”
have the strength to tell you,
“You were the only whisper 
that gave me the courage
to keep traveling on”

And sometimes when I watch the sparrow feed its young
I wonder,
if the sparrow gets lonesome,
how does it continue on

And sometimes when the sparrow lands outside my window
I think about how I miss your love,
how sweet you held me,
and how I was home,
how I’d listen
to you whistle
your sparrow song

And sometimes when I look outside my window
and the sparrow doesn’t come,
I think you are that sparrow,
somewhere,
traveling on

And sometimes outside my window
I hear your whistle
in the breeze,
blowing against the branches the sparrow sits on,
and I’m delighted, easy to please

And I know somewhere outside my window
you’re whistling someone else your sparrow song,
some new sweet sparrow,
some new sweet home

And sometimes inside my home
I wish I were traveling on,
looking for some new sparrow
to whistle me
a sweet sparrow song

But sometimes when the sparrow lands outside my window
and whistles a sweet sparrow song,
it soothes me, 
and I feel ready
to whistle a new sparrow song