the little bird

when i crossed by on my little bike 

in the little park on the little path

i saw a little bird in a little nest 

that flew away in the massive blue

and  reached the clouds

to drink the dawn 

to make the sun shine on his paled feathers

to taste the freedom and beyond

and i stood there with my little bike 

in the little park

on the little path

and i ran to my little house

and i booked a journey to heaven

to drink the dawn

to make the sun shine on my paled skin

to taste freedom

what i never had.