Fly

Playing my piano, when it's almost noon

Drops of water fall onto the keys

 

I look up at the sky

Seeing your face on every cloud

 

The notes I'm playing can tell a story

 

*~*

 

 

A little baby bird is sitting on it's nest

The father bird has flown away

 

He left the baby bird on it's own

The bird sits on the edge

 

As it slips, it falls

Onto the cold wet ground

 

I watch the bird stay motionless

For a few seconds it can see the light

 

Sounds of a gun come closer and closer

The bird gets up trying to fly away

 

The hunter comes closer

He points his gun to the bird

 

Little bird is so terrified

She tries to fly away

 

But the father never taught her how to fly

The bird flaps it wings

 

It flew away so gracefully

 

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I continue to play my piano

This bird has grown up so fast

 

Without another bird to take care of her

She stays strong, she'll keep on flying gracefully

 

The bird has fallen, then she got up

Fly back up