by Zachary A. Horn
Tell me how you fly little bird,
With broken wings and a heavy heart she replied,
Tell me how you sing little bird,
With wings of light and a soaring soul she replied.
Sing to me little bird,
You have not ears to listen she replied.
Teach me how to listen little bird,
To listen you must learn first how to fly she replied,
Teach me how to fly little bird,
To fly you must sing she replied.
Teach me how to sing little bird,
To sing you must learn to soar she replied.
I cannot fly,
I cannot soar,
I cannot sing.
Because you need,
Wings that are broken but do fly,
A heart that is heavy but light,
Wings of light that do sing,
And a soul that does soar,