New Shoes

I am a child crying in the shower

Looking at the bruises on her feet

New shoes she bought

Don't fit her at all at all

I am a bird singing by your window

Humming to the songs you play at night

Looking up at me

You'll be thinking something like this

Oh little bird

Wish I could fly like you

Only if I could fly

Wish I could fly like you

Sometimes I'll sit out on the bench

Sometimes I'll miss out on the fun

Won't be too long

Till I finally get back home

And you'll be right

Here with me

Here

With me

You'll be right

Here

With me

And you'll be right

Here

With me

You called me yours

And I'm satisfied

You called me yours yours

Yours yours

And I'm satisfied

Satisfied