An Ability To Fly

I see birds in the sky
When they’re not there
There’s an ability to fly
But they’re too scared
Still they’re much braver than I
Now it’s so clear
Clear as the pain in my side
When you’re not here

In due time
Perhaps this scene’ll seem less intense
With the trees back to green
I might start making sense
But what unfolds when I’m told that I’m your defence
Might be offensive
Am I pensive in the present tense?

When I reflect
And collect
All my thoughts of you
My presumption of insanity
Starts seeming true
If I’m mad or if I’m crazy then it’s over you
If you’re lost and need finding
Then it’s what I’ll do.