• I once found it,
    It was lost.
    Just a young bird,
    it did not know its way,
    it did not have a home.
    So i took it in,
    and made it my own.
    Now its flying freely,
    flying amongst other birds.
    But it always comes back.
    I ask it, "Why? you are free to go."
    and so it left,
    and days gone by,
    it stayed away.
    through a long winter,
    it stayed away.
    through a harsh and scorching summer
    it stayed away.
    till one day.
    upon my window
    the bird was perched
    once again.