shealeigh

i admire your strength, little bird you have been broken too many times yet, you are willing to still give life a try this world has beaten against you for too long this front wind plowing you over and the storm has raged against your delicate frame you were shoved from your comfortable nest so early, oh, too soon and it is too late for you to be comfortable again i'm watching from the window, little bird as you fly against the gray skies as you attempt to soar through this downpour and there is almost nothing left of you a fragile frame with fractured wings tiny bones and ruffled freathers but, little bird, you are so beautiful with your endless sea foam eyes there is still a time and a place for you even in this world and, as i watch through the window, i admire all that is in you your determination your hope the love you have to give and, through these tired tears, past this downfall toward the solid earth, i know you are going to make it you have so much to show the world so much to prove so much to say so far to fly though you've lost your way keep your head high and know that, from those weathering heights, i will be watching from my window cheering you on sending my prayers thinking of you little bird