Faith is a bird.

Standing before dawn you stood
Quietly, still you listened
Cool air you feel under your skin
Surrounds your body, that holds a beating heart
Warms your soul like a lukewarm vanilla
Frail little fingers gesture a motion, make a twist in the air
Make it spin, spin your head and turn;
your head and lift your hair and caught;
yourself in the eye of the storm
for Faith is only a bird that flies in the dark.
And you’re the morning bird that sets me free.