The Birds from Interim by Sophie Rae

The birds followed me home last night
Whatever could it mean?
Watching from above, below
Just flashing pink and green
Then the wind sweeps in
And they drift away again
But something’s different, shifting toward serene

Those hands embraced my dreams last night
They chilled my sweet content
My progress met impatience like
Curled toes in wet cement
But these things take time
Oh to fortify a mind
Idyllic visions not without lament

Remove the scars of yesterday
A pain that bears a grin
I peel until I bleed because
My soul’s grown past my skin
Each new day I feel
And I watch my body heal
Reminded that resilience in built in

A peaceful kind of solitude
Invites curiosity
I trade my song for flavor
Our most valued currencies
Only feel at home
When I let my anima roam
Such openness draws love and empathy

• Acoustic
• alt-folk
• americana
• folk
• singer-songwriter
• Chicago