A little bird looks up at the sky,
Enough will to live, but no strength to fly.
Her wings as broken as her soul inside,
To her want to end it, she would never decide.
As the only one not drawn to worldly things,
She went by the thoughts of others, as if on puppet strings.
Her dreams they flew to be shot back down,
Her ideas would only hit the ground.
Her smile permenantly faded, criticized all along,
Soon the world woke up to find the bird they saw was gone.
Enough will to live, but no strength to fly.
Her wings as broken as her soul inside,
To her want to end it, she would never decide.
As the only one not drawn to worldly things,
She went by the thoughts of others, as if on puppet strings.
Her dreams they flew to be shot back down,
Her ideas would only hit the ground.
Her smile permenantly faded, criticized all along,
Soon the world woke up to find the bird they saw was gone.
