Bird in my pocket~

I have a birdie in my pocket

One that sings a song he ‘knows’

He ‘sees’ something headed my way

He’s been privileged to watch grow

His song is not so much a warning

As a herald of things to come

And even though I believe he’s right

I am still compelled to run~

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I have a birdie in my pocket

Who takes a higher view

He even see’s right through me

And through everything I do

He tells me I can run away

And hide whatever I want

But I cannot escape what’s coming

Or the tune that ever haunts~