As you blindly held me kindly and opened doors to give me a place to nest, Each twig was placed down below me as I lay in your hollowed out chest. To wait ‘til the other season, a whole life time away… As you wait to rebuild and fill this hollowed out chest, a place to nest inside you. And how your warmth was so inviting as you let me in your door and you held me close inside. And how your arms were so inspiring, I spread my own to find my home within me. Not the most beautiful of birds, no wise, no humbled heads, no claws may scratch this surface and take what makes this nest! And I’m waiting for you to rest as I’m standing here and waiting; now all this emptiness inside of you, well I [bad word] you with open arms. And now this place is uninviting, as the darkness brings the cold, now frozen numb within you. But still your arms are so inspiring, that warmth I once felt, now my nest, for you to rest inside me.