Thrushes
I have many hometowns several wives
Countless children
I stay in situations until
I can’t do anything with them
I have a million plans 4 billion dreams
Thousands of religions
It’s a lot of work keeping
Everything running sometimes it doesn’t
I rely on this one love
I survive on this one love
And no other
I would die without this
One love my one love
Oh my mother and father
I have many miles many kilometers
A few centimeters
My wings stretch further than I can fly
Sometimes I hover
I look up to the sky out to the sea
Into the mud
They give me all I need
And it seems now I must still go on