Far below the treetops,
a little sparrow sings.
A song of love and hope,
though she bears two broken wings.
She greets each dawn with courage,
to help her on her way.
Her broken wings a burden,
though she tries to fly each day.
The children come both near and far,
to hear her song of love.
They offer her protection,
for she cannot fly above.
Her heart is pure and giving,
while she tries to mend her soul.
To live her life unfettered,
with wings both sound and whole.
Far below the treetops,
though she fears throughout the night.
The other birds surround her,
for they need her prescious light.
She fights with heart and laughter,
for the joy that she would know.
Against a world of darkness,
that has tried to take her soul.
Until at last there comes a dawn,
when the little sparrow sings.
She lifts her heart above the dark,
and flies on broken wings.
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