Little bird with broken wings,
why is this which has become of you?
All that is around you sings,
they hold the strength to fight the wind as it blew.
You lay where you started,
your heart is that which they pity.
You have become fainthearted,
you believe yourself safe in your city.
Truth is something which you deny,
your crumpled form will grow weaker.
With your nest holding you so secure,
is this what your aspire to be?
Remove your twigs and sticks,
release the stones.
You will fall, it is inevitable,
but every leap is not without reward.
New bounds are to strengthen,
and the risk will provide.
Your home has torn away the growth,
the ladder has been broken.
As your tear through the clouds,
you believe the ground will be found.
You have been deceived,
the calls of the others telling you to follow.
Up you went,
fate was bent.
You live in a paradise,
though you have grown weak as result.
What little you know,
there is one way to grow.
Hold on to your knowledge,
let go of your fears.