there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
and we sleep together like
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
I think a lot of people spend much of their lives trying to hide, dodge, or kill their bluebirds out of nothing more than the sense that someone might see into the heart of them.