Fly little bird, fly to the sun

To the stars, they’re ours, Its where two make one

Make your new home in that space between 

Whatever your heart desires you can make it be, cause now…

There’s no more worries, no more cares

No more pointing fingers, or judging stares

Fly now little bird, fly

Sweet little bird, your feathers so bright

From a mile your smile would shine its light.

With your flower boots, octo glasses, and lone star beer

You were so cool, sitting on that stool as you flipped your hair, but now…

There’s no more worries, no more cares

No more pointing fingers, or judging stares

Fly now little bird, fly

 

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