The Sparrow

A precipice is plentiful for her to make a home that breathes A harsh place to live but where isn’t in these days Securely known in the balance of things Almost unseen and forgotten in the din Tiny in this chaos Just a sparrow Or so you think Just a sparrow Or so you think The flight is much more than freedom Seeing this devoid of activity Let the wind carry through pollution and disease To sights unseen A glimpse of peace But close to the ground There’s no such thing No need to ever leave Just a sparrow Or so you think Deny this existence And fly Deny expectation And fly And fly And fly John Makarewicz - Drums Micah Robinson - Bass, Guitar Steve Murphy - Guitar Nick Nunziata - Keyboards, Guitar, Vocals