“I don’t want to try
I’d rather sit here and cry”
Said the little bird to herself
“It pretty much stinks
To have pretty blue wings
But how can I help myself?”
She sat on a branch thinkin’
“Does God have a special plan?”
Her hopes began shrinkin’
Her eyes watery and blinkin’
She just didn’t know when
She’d finally understand
How to fly over land
Cast the fears from her heart
The end of it all
If she were to fall
She didn’t even wanna start
Talking about her weak wings
And the weakness of her soul
Well even the king of kings
Is frightened by things
That are not in his control

Her father was patient. Her mother was firm
“Go out little birdie. Go out and catch a worm
If you don’t go out, I’ll push you off this branch
Then you must spread your wings or you won’t stand a chance”
The little birdie pleaded
Pleaded with all her might
“Mom, I’m feeling sick
I don’t feel alright
I will fly tomorrow
You can watch me then
Tonight I am weak
I’m not lying again”
Just like all todays
This day too shall pass
Tomorrow seems distant
Tomorrow seems lost

Tell me little birdie, have you no wings to fly?
Don’t you want to feel the air as you touch the sky?
Have you lost your faith and strength in the glowing sun?
Are the winds compelling you to relinquish your fun?
Keep it little birdie
Keep a brave face
You may fall once or twice
But that is no disgrace
Keep your head up high
If you ever fall
You then would have tried
That would just be all
You would rise up again
Just as you did before
Spread your wings, little birdie
You’re not a child anymore