blackbirds

he falls, my father
he falls so deep
down where the black birds fly

he falls my father
the fall so steep
down where the black birds fly

it's lonely there
where now he sleeps
it's lonely where he lies,

but fast he's held
held by himself
down where the black birds fly.

if only he would look above
look up into his sky
there he'd see the family
who weep for him, who cry.

instead he stays, stays by himself
down where the black birds fly.