The Birds - Ryan Pollie, Los Angeles Police Department

She´d often go back to the place

I´d often wait for direction

her smile

She needs things

The birds I watch them fly

It don´t seems like

And so I sit and cry

For it must be me that they´re mocking

I’m floating, I’m flying

I’m hoping I can let go

I seem him, your smile

I need you

I need you