LITTLE BIRD

Wings of blue
Golden beak
Little Bird, Little Bird
Why have you come,
My dear?

To give delight
My troubled heart?
And take away
The aches
Brought by life?

Words pouring
Heart pounding
Little Bird, Little Bird
Do you hear me?

Off you go
My heart is sore
I'm getting tired
Drifting on

As you fly
Please
Bear my mess
Little Bird, Little Bird
I need my rest