Little Black Birds

I stare at the half moon in the middle of the day As Little Black Birds chase half my problems away Hard to ignore, this beautiful breeze in my face Like sweet memories that a mind can't erase Little Black Birds fly to where the wind blows As I dig deeper into the sand with my sandy toes This man with his acoustic guitar sings to noone at all This lady with her shells as the rain starts to fall Shadows chase me wherever I run As Little Black Birds fly away in search of the sun Just like me as I search for my soul Just like a Half Moon who longs to be whole