• it lay there
    panting for breath
    getting closer and closer
    to its death
    its little head wiggleing about
    it seemed like it wanted to shout
    the little baby bird laying in my hands
    dreaming of far off lands
    the little baby bird was about to die
    and all i could do was comfort it and cry
    and then it let out a sighlent sigh
    i whispered to it my goodbye
    i hope it flying now
    where it should be in the sky