Sings the bird
That sits above my bed
Squinting up into the sunlight
A world of golden hues before her
Hope
Sings the bird
That stands on her bamboo
Settled in her feathers
Basking in the breeze
Hope
Sings the bird
Over me as I sleep
With dreams left undreamt
In the dark around me
Hope
Echoes my chest
As I look at my bird
Painted with my fingers
Painted on my heart
