Fly My Little Bird

The fire is burning low, casting a golden light.
You're looking out the window, so quiet in the night.
Time is a river. It flows and never waits.
I hold you close to me before it gets too late.
You look so beautiful,
But there's a quiet tear,
A heavy weight you carry,
A sudden silent fear.
I want to freeze this moment
To keep you safe and warm,
To be your quiet shelter
In every heavy storm.
Oh, my little bird, sweetest voice I've ever heard.
I will hold you through the night