Seagull

Not that I have a lot to speak of,

But my tongue, God, is rather worn out,

So I cry by myself like a seagull,

Drink the sunlight that leaks through the key-hole,

And continue to mumble out loud

(Not that I have a lot to speak of).

I’m alone here. I’m despised by people.

I don’t mind. I don’t fit in their crowd.

So I cry by myself like a seagull.

Give me wings and a rooftop to leap off

And I’ll soar up to heaven unbound!

Not that I have a lot to speak of,

But the prayers continue to seep through

Opened lips when there’s no one around,

So I cry by myself like a seagull.

Do You see the bell on the steeple?

That’s my soul! It is turned inside out,

Since I don’t have a lot to speak of,

Listen, God, for the cry of a seagull!