Morning Bird
How could youYou are the riverPour out of this lifeHow could youYou are the morning birdWho sang me into life every dayFly awayYou are the blood of meThe harvest of my dreamsThere's nowhere I can find peaceAnd the silence won't ceaseNothing's quite how it seemsThe ghost of my joyWon't let me beIf you set me free I will not runI will not runI will not run