Brother Sparrow

Obel Agnes

Voices in the street, 
footsteps on the concrete
Guess I hear just every sound 
on the ground
From my window view, 
I know a color blue,
that can bite so very hard, 
the day apart

Picture fresh as water clear,
days have passed without you here
Street lights dancing on the dark 
across the park
Waiting for a word from you, 
waiting for a sign or two
Footsteps on the city ground, 
you know the sound

Brother Sparrow, 
come tomorrow 
to my window
Brother Sparrow, 
come tomorrow 
to my window