Bird Of Space

Bird Of Space - Bonnie Dobson

Written by：Ben McPeek

You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts

And when you can no longer well in the solitude of your heart

You live in your lips

And sound is a pastime a diversion and wasetime

And in much of your talking

Thinking is half murdered

For thought is a bird

A bird of space that in a cage of words may unfold it's wings

But can not fly

For thought is a bird a bird of space

That in a cage of words may unfold it's wings

But can not fly but can not fly

And sound is a pastime a diversion and wasetime

And in much of your talking thinking is half murdered

For thought is a bird a bird of space

That in a cage of words may unfold it's wings but can not fly

For thought is a bird a bird of space

That in a cage of words may unfold it's wings

For thought is a bird a bird of space

That in a cage of words may unfold it's wings