his little eyes so full of life, searching far & wide
spreading his little neon wings eager to soar into the sky
but staring at the drop below, the little bird chirped up and cried,
"oh mother, i feel so helpless & weak each and every night
like you at every break of dawn, how i long to fly
i wish to see the beauties that lie past my meager sight
this nest is but a burden and mother i can see the light
to breathe new air & touch the clouds & find a life for me
to glide past the trees of this forest straight over the sea
my mind it wanders past my grasp into realms i cannot be
all the things i need to touch, the things that i must see
i will count the stars every night till they fill up in my mind
fly as fast as i possibly can to leave the other birds behind
oh mother, my intentions are as true as the colours of your wings
to turn my heart into pure gold with whatever this life brings
my name echoes from far away and how it beckons me so strong
i have known this feeling all along, i know where i belong."
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