Street Dance

we are the third the beat of a bird flaps in the wind to let us be the thrums of our heart dances with the beat our footsteps move flapping the street sparrows tap, swallows sing to the rhythm of ethnicity we glide through divides The wind says "guide" locked in a note of certainty We are the third we are the birds we are the bards singing free We move the winds the winds move us within how can we give in love when we don't even let us in footsteps echo the street gets wild all dancing, to the tidings the freshness brings cars hum low traffic tucked below the street clears up to what it deems we are the third we are the birds we are the bards singing free We move the winds the winds move us within how can we give in love when we don't even let us in how can we give in love when we don't even let us in how can we give in love when we don't even let us in