The Girl Who Saved The Bird, Part One
There was a child – uncertain age, but little nonetheless
Her hair was blond, her hands were clean and she was singing songs
She walked the forest through the trees enjoying loneliness
And all the birds were building nests and they all sang along
And as she walked after the rain she found a baby bird
It sang in sighs and it was wet and barely hold its breath
Its broken wings were dropped in mud, it fell from up above
It was too young to start to fly and rain came to its death
The girl was crying in a bit, she kneeled to the ground
She took the bird into her hands and started running fast
Her tears were a second rain and flowers bloom around
And all the critters in the wood were hoping for the best
She reached her house, her loving mom and told the story all
Between the hiccups and the tears she managed to conclude
Her only thought – to save the bird – she wanted nothing more
To see it fly and sing the songs as any bird should do
The Girl Who Saved The Bird, Part Two
She gave it water, gave it food, she gave it love and smiles
And every medicine that helps to mend the wounds and pain
She nursed the bird; she watched it with protective eyes
And she caressed its plume and beak and smiled once again
And day by day it came to live – started to sing its songs
And flipped its wings from time to time to train them for the flight
And it was jumping up and down while coming to a form
And there was love into its eyes – its savior was in sight
Then came the day when it was healed and felt the pain no more
And started flying through the house in circles through the rooms
It filled the days with happy trills and warbles to adore
But this was nothing but a cage and stories need to move
The girl was crying one again but tears of happiness
She traveled through the house and opened every window wide
The bird caressed her with its beak then flew to providence
And with its wings she drew some waves with which she said goodbye
The Girl Who Saved The Bird, Part Three
Two years past – the girl still young – but she remembered all
And in her sleep, while dreaming dreams, she smiled peacefully
She always thought about the bird and everything that was
And every day she searched the sky for flapping of its wings
The forest was her second home – she always walked its roads
She took a walk in each of days and slept beneath the trees
She always hoped she’d find the bird so she was looking up
But there were other pairs of wings and other kinds of trills
And then one day she thought she heard what must have been a greet
She raised her head and up a tree a nest was full of life
The bird she nursed was putting food in every little beak
And there was joy as every bird was soon prepared to fly
The girl felt warm – her soul was dressed in vivid shining light
Her patient flew in circles while watching from above
It landed on her shoulder and kept her in its sight
Now in its eyes, reflected, was the girl who saved the bird
The Boy Who Didn't Understand The World, Part One
There was a boy who always thought that he was born too late
And every day he looked around at people, how they live
He never found the smallest thing to which he could relate
And everyone and everything was meaningless for him
And he was young, already lost between the mysteries
Nobody there to make him comprehend the ways in life
And not a dawn in which he felt that he could fill the needs
Cause every single day was just the same – an endless ride
At night he always felt like he could lose his mind for good
And he was biting both his fists to keep his head alert
He was the only one with whom he shared a goodnight hug
His words alone were meant to keep him sane and firm
But when he fell asleep at last, he always found his dreams
A single figment of his mind in which he felt complete
There he could meet the greatest men that ever lived or live
And so the world he had in mind had turned him strong from weak
The Boy Who Didn't Understand The World, Part Two
He had a dream he always dreamt that he could change the world
Or he could make some better deeds than everyone around
And in his mind, feeding on hope, were moments soon to come
He played them on repeat each time he felt like sinking down
He always thought that he would find a reason to believe
And someone or something would intersect his path
So he prepared himself to fight and never take defeat
He turned his head to look towards missed and neglected crafts
He made a plan in which he put his powers at their best
And he created symbolism but he discovered flaws
There was a single, lonesome note that did not fit the rest
But he decided to continue even if this meant worse
Prepared to meet this wall in which there was no door or crack
He started step by step to come within the reach of fate
He understood the meanings and he did not look back
It never came into his mind it still might not be late
Of Beginnings And Hopes
