I sat on a park bench, eating a sandwich
I looked up at the sky, a tear forming in my eye
On that blueberry tree, i swore a bird was looking at me
I went home that night, turned on the lights
And for that moment everything seemed still,
Except for that bird on my window sill
With beautiful wings and a short beak
This Bird has Flown right over to me
I knew it was you saying hello from the beyond
And in that moment i knew you weren't really gone
A few weeks later I put out a bird house
I watched from my window, sounds escaping my mouth
I watched you return from wherever you came from
I knew it was you grandma
This Bird Has Flown, down a willowy path
this bird has flown, not meant to attack
it's you watching over me
that i can finally see
this bird has flown
right beside me