Everybody clings to something
Waiting for a chance to heal
Searching for that silver lining, wondering what's real
Everybody clings to something
They insist it's what they need
Little birdie told me
"Even devils can be freed"
So you say you've hid a secret
Won't you tell me where you keep it?
Walk me through that final door
You say that you're no different
"Nothing hopeful here to save"
Well everybody clings to something
Must be something worth the wait
Little birdie, told me so
Little birdie, don't you go
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Poems by ME
PoetryA bunch of Poems that I wrote. I hope you like them NOTE-goes through a lot of edits EXTRA NOTE-I probably have made a spelling/grammatical mistake so please don't be afraid to tell me
