Little birdie, she yearns to fly
A bit afraid and a little shy
Adorned with cuts and bruises
For every time she tries and loses
Mama said ”Know the fall, before you learn to fly
It’s not your wings that will take you to the sky”
Why did she leave her without a goodbye?
Open wings, this time she might be crowned
No, that’s just how she meets the ground
“Something’s wrong with my wings, I can’t fly”
Does she really need them to prevail over the sky?
May be now she knows what mama meant
Foolish of her to live in this torment
Shook off the dust, chin up, taking it all in her stride
Certainly not flying but she is walking with grace and pride
