Monday, October 18, 2010

Keep Their Eye

Ever since they were born, 
Their wings have been torn. 
They look down at the ground. 
They look up at the sky, 
Lookin up to see their mama fly. 
They wish they could fly too. 
It's just the thought of pullin through. 
They have clipped wings. 
They wanna release into the sky. 
But all they do now is keep their eye, 
Keep their eye on their mama to help them fly.


April 24, 2010

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