I too have a fairy at home
On streaming gutters
I found her on a roof
In her scorching train
It was the morning, it smelled of coffee
Everything was covered in frost
She was hidden under a book
And the moon ended up drunk
I too have a fairy at home
And her train is burned
She might know that she can't
That she will never fly again
Others tried before her
Before you another was there
I found her curled up under her wings
And I thought she felt cold
I too have a fairy at home
From my shelves she stares into space
At television thinking
That outside it's war
She reads diverse periodicals
And stays at home
At the window, counting hours
At the window, counting hours
I too have a fairy at home
And when she lunches
She makes a noise with her grilled wings
And I know well that she's on the blink
But I prefer to kiss her
Or hold her in my fingers
I too have a fairy at home
Who would like to fly but cannot