Bird without wings

The little bird bowed his head... in shame

Because he had no wings... they called him names

No matter how he tried.... he could not fly

A bird... without wings...just left to die

So he walked...along the hardened ground

Living on the scraps...of pity...that he found

As snow fell like feathers...all around

All his dreams of flying... falling down.

And soon the little bird... no longer cried

For something in his heart... had died

So...when the eagle scooped him up

To take him to his nest...

The little bird decided... death was best...

And as they lifted up... into the sky of blue

In that single moment.... of bliss...he knew

This was what he... was born and would die to do...

And so ...in the talons of an eagle...he finally flew.