Fly

Sweet, little bird

oh how I wish to see you fly.

I know how life has plucked your feathers;

Clipped your wings before you opened them.

Sweet, little bird

oh how I know you’re at the cliff’s edge;

Ready to fly, ready to say your goodbyes.

Sweet, little bird please heed my call:

One shouldn’t jump without the wings that will carry them.

I know no one talks about the exhaustion

that comes from wanting to fly,

from watching others’ wings spread open

and float amongst the sky.

This world says you shall have your turn

and sadly that is not something I can confirm,

but flying isn’t easy,

it’s something we all must learn.

Sweet, little boy you will fly one day

In your own way you shall reach the sky

Spread your wings and soar high