• Even flightless sparrows sing
    With worry perched on broken wings
    Morning comes, and with it brings
    Angels' tears and golden strings

    I don't believe in fear, awake
    But after stars begin to break
    Sleep won't come until dawn's wake
    Shatters screams the night makes

    I'm only simple, this I swear
    Brown eyes and auburn hair
    Nothing strange, always there
    And yet the fear begins to wear

    But flightless sparrows have to sing
    To keep from breaking both their wings

    Copyrighted to me. Get over it.