FLY AWAY, LITTLE BIRDIE!

I’m on the beach, ready to take flight, but all I can do is waddle.
“Fly away, little birdie!”, I hear some kid say.
Just yesterday I was brought back to Earth as a birdie; the flying’s gonna take time; so they say.
I can’t even fly over to my mom on the sand bar; I’d only have to go so far!
As a human, I’d dreamt of being able to fly,
I’d have total range of the sky!
Flying up to see my girl in Heaven, there was no question.
That was all I wanted, girl, we would’ve bonded.
That big open blue right in front of me; oh, it just seemed so free!
And now it feels I’ll never be able to; oh, am I blue!
But I know things will be alright; yeah; they’ll be alright.
Obviously this poem is a metaphor; when we feel down, we wanna fly away.
Pretend like everything’s okay.
So, next time you’re depressed; and are a mess,
Imagine you’re a bird, needing to soar through the sky.
And know you can do anything your heart desires; even when you feel on fire.
Fly away, little birdie!
Fly away.