The songbird is a twitter,
Amongst its branches does she flutter,
One song always more beautiful than the other,
She sings her song in the morn.,
For in her life she lives torn,
Live free and sail across the sky or teach her young when to fly,
She wishes not to be tethered, but free, the wind whistling through her feathers,
She takes off singing her song,
Leaving others to die at the expense of her freedom,
She lives with joy in her young heart but from her young she does depart,
They cry out for her return,
But she flies towards the sun that does burn,
She leaves her tree, her young and her soul mate,
For with freedom she does have a date,
She flies for days on end,
She finds selfishness to be her friend,
Her mate and young left to die,
For it takes two for a family to survive,
Do not be the selfish bird,
That lets her young die, their cries going unheard,
Do not be the mate that leaves all your family to die in their tree,
A silly metaphor you may think this be,
But don't forget your family,
Your roots, your past and history,
These you'll see will never leave, no matter how free you think yourself to be.
