Hey little bird, who broke your wings?
You used to fly so high, you used to always sing.
Hey little bird, who broke your trust?
What made your feathers freeze with fear, left your wings collecting dust?
Gods lifting you, with so much love,
God’s hearing you, all you have to do is ask for love.
Hey little bird, who broke your wings?
You used to fly so high, you used to always sing.
Hey little bird, God made your soul
Ready to heal and so very beautiful.
Gods lifting you, with so much love,
God’s hearing you, all you have to do is ask for love.
So soar into the light
Your soul has purpose and wants to fly.
Hey little bird, who broke your wings?
You used to fly so high, you used to always sing.
Written partly early 2019 and finished January 2021
