Baby bird flew and flew.
She flew to heights so high,
Her feathers scorched by the sun.
She was harming herself.
And couldn't feel it past the wind,
She was moving too far,
Expecting too much,
Aiming too high.
Baby bird blue flew.
Her mother never knew,
What to say to baby bird blue.
And baby bird blue,
Knew no consequences.
She just flew.
Til she was ran through,
Til her feathers began to singe,
From the heat of the sun.
Til her energy burned out,
From the heights that she jumped.
She didn't feel her actions.
The wind comforting her as she flew,
But her burns,
Surely ran through.
For she kissed the sun.
And she couldn't feel not even a bruise.
And her mother never knew.
Cause baby bird blue,
Kept flying through and through.
Until her feathers burned through.
Until her feathers burned through.
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What She Wanted To Say.
PuisiShe didn't give them much choice, as to what she did with herself. She didn't say too much, so that she wouldn't give herself away. She didn't speak so she was never heard. She didn't speak so she was always hurt. She didn't speak, her words choked...
