Nhạc sĩ: Ken Stringfellow | Lời: Ken Stringfellow
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Despite what you have heard,
you cannot cage this bird.
The sparrow on the wing longs to hear you sing.
Once you have opened your heart to its church,
you find that the sparrow won't come to its perch.
It is inconceivable.
Narrow are
your caged beliefs.
If you must assume
the rose may never bloom,
is creation such a fact?
Can it be taken back?
Once you have opened your heart to its church,
you find that the sparrow has come to its perch.
There is no excuse to conflict.
Arrow
winds into wounds deep.
Once for those who put a size on love.
Once for those who only look above.
Sideways.
Once you have opened your heart to its church,
you find that your heart has come home to its perch.
