Little Birdie Sing
as a brand new morning rises,
the beautiful skies and,
everything around me shines anew
as i open up my eyes,
a velvet light shines in my room.
as the birds begin a beat,
and the glorious sun sings,
and my heart gives me a tune
cuz everything has it's own way of how it became...
cuz the birthplace, of a song
it has no right or wrong.
and it is, poetry,
from the skies and the sea.
a song, is a wish,
waiting to come true
and it, is a link of dreams
just trying to pull through
as the sun begins to set,
and the stars begin to rise,
I can see the love,
spilling from your eyes
It's moments like these,
that just make you wanna cry,
cuz ya know you never wanna say goodbye.
and this my dearest friends is the birth of a song
because the birthplace, of a song
it has no right or wrong.
and it is, poetry,
from the skies and the sea.
a song, is a wish,
waiting to come true
and it, is a link of dreams
just trying to pull through
little birdie sing
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