Father's words
Sad little bird
why aren't you a-flying?
My sad little bird
why don't you spread your wings?
threw potential joy away
before it could be dieing
while your mind broke itself
on all worlds wasted things
...If I get no answer I will just...
call you again
Sad little bird
I have cleared the air for you
My sweet little bird
I have given you wings to fly
please
turn your eyes on the things that I do
and
real breath shall replace the silent sigh
look
at the life that I want you to see
my Sweet, sweet little bird
I love you... won't you fly with me?
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| Auteur: Cypher-punks | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: ~Marina~ | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 03 december 2004 | ||
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