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 Tears in conceit Narrow as 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 your heart won't come home to its perch Years to complete Arrow winds in two wounds deep Once for those who put a size on love Once for those who only look above for sideways eights Once you have opened your heart to its church You find that your heart has come home to its perch