Birds on the roof of my mother's house
No stones to chase them away
Birds on the roof of my mother's house
Will sit on my own roof some day
They fly at the window, they fly at the door
Where does she get the strength to fight them anymore
She counts all her children as a shield against the pain
Lifts her eyes to the sky like a flower to the rain
Sting
No stones to chase them away
Birds on the roof of my mother's house
Will sit on my own roof some day
They fly at the window, they fly at the door
Where does she get the strength to fight them anymore
She counts all her children as a shield against the pain
Lifts her eyes to the sky like a flower to the rain
Sting
Small detour on the way to the final thought ~ d
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