Hey, little bluebird

why don’t you fly?

You should be way up high

soaring way up in the sky

in a graceful motion.

But you can’t fly

because your wing is broken.

Hey, little bluebird

why don’t you sing?

You should be whistling

your tune is your everything.

You don’t make any noise

and you don’t sing

because you have lost your voice.

I don’t know how to help you

or if I even can.

Maybe there is no help to give

other than to understand

I have to let you be

with your broken wing

and you will not sing

not for me, no, not for me.

But someday, I hope you look up

and realize there is so much sky

and it’s up to you to make a choice

to mend your broken wing and fly

and you find your beautiful voice.

Hey, little bluebird.

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