The Sparrow
The little
brown sparrow
That flits through the sky
Where does he go?
And why does he fly?
Does he have pain
He wants to outrun?
Does it return
When his flying is done?
When he's aloft
Does it all drift away?
Can he be free
From his pain every day?
If that's the case
I wish I could fly
When I was sad
I'd take to the sky
And I would forget
There was anything wrong
Just like the sparrow
Who sings his sweet song.