There's pain, and hurt, but
much to gain.
From all sadness and stress It's always a mess.
When all goes wrong
I listen to my birdy.
Imagining wings that reach out far for my protection.
Resting on my shoulder,
this birdy telling me
that "everything will be okay, not to worry" .
Always getting reminded
that there's so much
More than holding onto all that pain.
When I'm afraid,
my birdy is big and brave.
There to save me from all life's pain.
Such little words with big meanings.
This birdy strong and
dependable when all else fails.
I really look up
to this birdy of mine.
Every encouraging birdy needs a name, I call mine Dad.
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