The Sparrow
by
Me
The sparrow is hurting
It is tired and weary
It's wings are leathery
From flying in the winds
The gust, gale and storm
How far must it go on
The wings, they are an aching
The heart, it's a breaking
The sparrow is hurting
The bright sun is beating
Soaring as high as it could
So many woulds and shoulds
Stop little sparrow
There's still a tomorrow
Sit and relax a lined brow
You can rest for a while now
The Sparrow glides down
Glad for the little town
Trees, nests, and wonderful shade
This branch seems tailor-made
Today was a tough day
The rest would be my way
Of letting the heart ache
Be gone with the sunset
Even sparrows dream of flying like Eagles
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