Mind full of questions and heart full of love,
What should I ask tomorrow to the giant bird?
Up and above, spreading wings so wide,
The giant bird wants to catch the sky.

Tomorrow, should I wait, or be ready to fly?
Questions, are they crude or properly tied?
Eyes, should I show or tell a lie?
Mind, is it blank or about to die?

Tomorrow I'll pretend that I am happy
Happy my heart and no questions in my mind
Back and forth swinging in my dreams
To catch a feather if my birdie leaves behind.


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