Bird Has Flown - Angelo De Augustine

If I was my father’s son

Then I’d have to guess

That I’d be the only one

But he fell out years ago

Set off on his ride

Leaving California for

A young woman and a child

Mother said that I was wrong

He left her not me

A woman will come your way

To fill his broken piece

It was all you could take

Light will follow you through your day

Bird has flown

And you’ve gone

On your own

If you were your mothers love

Then you’d have to guess

That you’d be her number one

But she said that times were tough

When he lost his mind

Breeding paranoia and

Fear of her own kind