“Keep your head up straight now
We are off to see
The wise owl,” said the mother
“Who perches on that tree
He will be your teacher
Teach you how to fly
Cast aside your fears
So you can touch the sky”
…
“But what if I don’t want to”
Pleaded the little bird
“Why do we have to do this?
It just seems absurd
What if I was born to
Sit and sing and sigh?
God mustn’t have made me
To spread my wings and fly”
…
“Enough of your talking”
The mother cut her short
“Enough of your answers
Remarks and quick retorts
Look at all your brothers
They are just like you
God made you like He made them
Don’t you get it too?”
…
This time it was clear
The little bird was not to win
The meeting was all set up
No point in arguin’
She dropped her shoulders thinking
Might just give it a try
If nothing comes out of it
At worst, she’d learn to fly

“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

Once upon a time there lived a young boy
Who never knew his mother and never knew joy
Born in the fields and raised with the cows
Earned his petty wages as he worked those plows
One night as I lay next to him to sleep
His face began to glow. My heart gave a leap
He grabbed my hand and pulled me close
He whispered a song that only God would know
I really don’t remember much about that night
Except that his eyes were shining bright
Next day morn’ when I awoke
He was still singing the song of which I earlier spoke
The rest of the village took him to be mad
He frightened the children and scared their dads
So they beat him up, packed his bags and threw him away
He was no longer welcome for another day
As he left, he still hummed that song
Nobody knew just what was wrong
In my heart there lay a deep fear
His words were obscure; but language clear
For God came down and shone that light
I was the witness of the secret of that night