He can see all the birds lift from the grass; there’s another missing child on the radio. The trees appear to be covered in glass; there’s another missing child on the radio. ~us & self love~

He can see all the birds lift from the grass;
there’s another missing child on the radio.

The trees appear to be covered in glass;
there’s another missing child on the radio.

He knows the many shades of wrong and right;
there’s another missing child on the radio.

If there’s a city waiting in the night,
there’s another missing child on the radio.

-- 'a poem speaks to that heart'