little bird

let it be known that tomorrow is another day that each breath we have is given, not earned that, when we smile, a weight can lift off of our weary shoulders and we do not have to walk with our heads hung in shame let it be known that regret is a state of mind what we do what we say the things that missed the escape these all form who we are and, of greater importance, who we will be in the end find the time to reach out to the sinking moon and, in progressing hours, the rising sun embrace it with open arms and a sigh of strengh let yesterday's sorrows weep no more look back on the old times with happiness come back when you've been gone too long fix what is broken now - mend what is torn before you fly away, little bird know that you are in my prayers that you remain daily in my thoughts that you come to mind every waking and sleeping hour and that you are not alone