He's been standing years after years for so long And he hasn't moved His roots touch the heart of this world And he's tempted fate a thousand times Yet when his wings grew out he felt no pain He bled from the cracks on his skin But he smiled it all away For he knew this time he hadn't taken something that was not his He's been flying around while he feels the pulse of the earth Everytime he unleashed his wings he felt more peace with his ground He's a little bird and to everyone he sings Soil and sky His roots and his wings Until next time, love always S
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