I wake screaming in the night
God’s grip around me hard and tight.
As blackie watches from the windowsill
Oh I wish, I pray I could see him still.
But I am blind and I am bitter
I sit and wait for the harsh winter.
If only he could see me now
His frown a downturned smile
oh not oh not for me
For here I sit and slowly decay.
I cough and splutter in the rain
grow restless at the passing days.
As a child, I thought you were the only one.
Oh pretty blackbird
but as I grew
I looked and knew that there were many of you.
Yet still I glance through the windowpane
Stained with dirt and grit and fingerprints of many.
I think of you
oh pretty blackbird
The true love I only knew
but then I grew.