Sweet bird I see in full moons light casting its beauty on the earth below,
steady your wings in the wind of night and guide my heart home.
Spread your wings as you take to my window and let me lay my hopes and dreams on them,
oh sweet bird can you fly them to the heavens or are my hopes and dreams for not,
I sing to them all the time and still my voice does not reach,
so I in trust you to fly high and once you reach deliver them to be seen.