When I was eight I had a friend with a pirate smile,
Make believe and play pretend we were innocent and wild
Hopped a fence and slammed the gate, running down my alleyway
In time to watch Sally’s pigeon fly
We loved to watch them dive and soar circle in the sky,
Free as a bird from three to four and never knowing why
Neighbors pulled their wash back in, put away my Barbie and Ken,
Look out overhead while Sally’s pigeons fly
I had a fool’s confidence, that the world had no boundaries, but
Instincts and common sense, come in different quantities.
My heart began to skip to the beat of the boy next door,
She had her eye acorss the street on someone shy and tall,
We lived our dreams and challenged fate in tears she told me she was late
And Sally let his pigeons out to fly….
On the dresser sits a frame with a photograph, two little girls in ponytails
Some twenty one years back, she left one night with just a nod,
Was lost from some back alley job
I close my eyes and Sally’s pigeons fly,
She never saw those birds again, and me, I can’t remember when
A pirate smile hasn’t made me cry,
I close my eyes, and Sally’s pigeons fly……