Don't give up on me just yet.
Baby birds can't fly from birth,
You know,
And I am learning.
Every feather quivers, when I shiver in whatever weather wuthers round my mother while she feeds me and my brothers.
I want to wing it with her but my withered wings can't cover all beloved winds I covet
- Like a lover I would love it - but I'm not capable of it.
May I never see another day
May mother take my wings away
If I don't learn to play the wind
So don't give up on me just yet
I swear I'm learning
I wanted to comment on this when I first read it but Blogger apparently hates me and takes great pride in making me weep and hit my head on things and stuff.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, I really like this, sounds like it needs to be a song.
-FT
I love this. In my head I can hear Craig Charles reciting it.
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