Bird
My little bird.
You fly with the grace of a dove.
The most dangerous of storms can't seem to hold you back.
Disaster is nothing more then a minor set back.
I watch you from the ground.
I watch you soar with brilliant light.
The heavens open up for you.
My little bird...
There is no limit to the hights that you will reach.
I admire your will to fly so high.
My little bird.
You inspire even the weakest to fly up to you.
Fly with you. Soar with you.
My little bird...
Thank you.
I love you
You fly with the grace of a dove.
The most dangerous of storms can't seem to hold you back.
Disaster is nothing more then a minor set back.
I watch you from the ground.
I watch you soar with brilliant light.
The heavens open up for you.
My little bird...
There is no limit to the hights that you will reach.
I admire your will to fly so high.
My little bird.
You inspire even the weakest to fly up to you.
Fly with you. Soar with you.
My little bird...
Thank you.
I love you