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at least

November, 2024

my own wings, MY OWN FEATHERS,
no one else is gonna fly for me,
if I can’t get myself together,
I will wash my face at least..

I got friends, we bear the same weight,
We wake up stuck, other days we wake up free,
it just depends which day you’re askin’,
but we’re not alone at least..

a southbound bird knows where she’s headed,
yeah, she don’t need a GPS,
your weary heart, once left untethered,
will circle back to build a nest..

same old wings, same old feathers,
no one else is gonna fly with these,
if I can’t get myself together,
I can walk you home at least,
if I don’t get myself together,
I will walk you home…
at least, …

Notes:

Eb (G, capo 8!)

MY OWN FEATHERS is a "song game" group prompt, sent out by Matt the Electrician on 10/27/2024.