New Shoes

I am a child crying in the shower Looking at the bruises on her feet New shoes she bought Don’t fit her at all at all I am a bird singing by your window Humming to the songs you play at night Looking up at me You’ll be thinking something like this Oh little bird Wish I could fly like you Only if I could fly Wish I could fly like you Sometimes I’ll sit out on the bench Sometimes I’ll miss out on the fun Won’t be too long Till I finally get back home And you’ll be right here with me Here With me You’ll be right Here With me And you’ll be right Here With me You called me yours And I’m satisfied You called me yours yours Yours yours And I’m satisfied Satisfied