Fly On
The sparrow had been gone for many a year now
It had taken to the heavens to soar on the breeze
But, if you look up, you may catch then a glimpse
Of the loved sparrow in flight, putting heart at ease
It had gone, but yet it stayed, in those of its seed
The hatchlings that had grown, well enough to fly
Yet, I never looked upon them, saw their beauty
As I kept watching for the first sparrow, in the sky
Had I looked on the nest, to where the little ones were
I would’ve seen that the sparrow had left pieces behind
For there, in the beauty, of new stretching wings
Was the truth and love just waiting there to find
I had missed their first flight, their coming of age
Oh, the courtships they had, my eyes did not see
Because, here I stood, always looking to the sky
Waiting for something that would never come to be
But now, now I see, I can even hear the sparrow’s song
Each note is melodic, each young one, so wild, so free
I shan’t look away to watch the sky any more in dream
I will watch these sparrows, keeping them close… to me
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