In Search of Simon Birch

Oh, I bleed circled oh, all these hurdles
I haven’t found place designed to get away from all this danger
And now it’s weird that I’ve come here and found myself making it with a
stranger
Trying to show you better
It’s not always a letter
Oh, I come quickly if you weren’t so sickly
Taking all your time just to try to get better
Still the second verse has a beat
I’ve written you a letter
Somewhere then a snare (?)
Better in the mail
Gone to get you stairs
Thirteen steps to rail
And with children dying on the dawn of time
And with the (?) broken I am gone