Wings


Shaking, shivering against the cold.
Oh how this heart has grown so old.
Come here, little bird.
Listen to my story, let it be heard
There was once a time of a bright spring.
We would fly, we would sing.
Spread our wings against the rays of the sun.
We would tweet the time day had begun.
Now little one, spread your wings apart.
Go on and fly,with the spirit in your heart.

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