I found it on a walk
and I put it in my shoe
I was so sure it was going to live
and we were going to become best friends
but in the end I ended up taking a needle and sewing it to the ground
where only children could be found
It had something to say
how could it have ended this way?
I had written stories before about how it would live
it would live
it would live
it would live
Instead I cried, life is funny sometimes
and now instead of writing a story I write a song
saying goodbye and how I never saw it fly
But in the end
I couldn’t save my winged friend
so I ended up stitching it to the ground where only children could be found
