THORNBIRDS
Written by J. Cordero

There is a legend of a bird, sings once in its life
And upon its death, it rises up and cries out a sweet song
How can a thornbird sing through all of the pain in its heart?
Maybe it cries out all of its longings before it’s over
Maybe it sings out all of its sorry’s before it’s over
As it flies along its path, sure it stumbled along the way
Life has choices we all seem to regret
We all seem to forget

CHORUS:
Maybe I hurt you, I’m sorry… oh…
Maybe I stepped out of line… oh…
Maybe I didn’t know it… oh…
Maybe it’s not too late for sorry… oh…

Witness all you had before me
Ones I’ve loved and lost
What I wanted was an answer to the questions and to all my pleas
What you gave I didn’t ask for, you crossed the line beyond my beliefs
So I took all you needed, and prayed for you to see
Prayed for you to see…

CHORUS