He was a scarecrow scaring himself the most Embedded in silence faithful to his post She was a sparrow thriving alongside her flock But once in a while, she would just watch them take off Like the morning she found him caught in that same old view His looks weren't frightening cause somehow she saw straight through She figured his shoulder had been vacant for too long He felt a sudden warmth inside his wooden bones And when her voice started singing he secretly hummed along And for a few moments the field was a perfect home So on the morning she found him caught in that same old view He gave up on hiding and gave in to something new But in some of these stories, there's a limit to the magic spell She told him of the ocean but could only go by herself And today he is busy dreaming of her