There is a little bird
With a red crown on her dead
She can't stay still
'Cause she want to fly to hill
Now her cage is her world
Until she die for being so old
She doesn't sing anymore
'Cause her throat is so sore
She try and try and try
But she fall and never came back to the sky
Little birdie lost her wing
That is why now she start to sing
YOU ARE READING
MY Soul, My Heart, My Mind
Randomthe way I think is neither how I act nor how I feel.
