Despite what you have heard   You cannot cage this bird   The sparrow on the wing   Longs to hear you sing   Once you have opened your heart to its church   You find that the sparrow won’t come to its perch      Tears in conceit   Narrow as your caged beliefs      If you must assume the rose may never bloom   Is creation such a fact?   Can it be taken back?   Once you have opened your heart to its church   You find that your heart won’t come home to its perch   Years to complete   Arrow winds in two wounds deep   Once for those who put a size on love   Once for those who only look above for sideways eights      Once you have opened your heart to its church   You find that your heart has come home to its perch