Black Bird

He found another bird, and it's a black bird.  She looks into his eyes while she's on the wire.  She waits on the wire, hoping he'll see,  But his eyes are locked where she can’t be.  The black bird stays close, never apart,  While she’s left alone, guarding her heart.  The wind starts to blow, and the night grows cold,  Yet still, she holds on to what she can’t hold