Skybird
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A Indian boy called Skybird, I stood by fathers side
And looked up at the sky above, my daddy's only pride
I wanted him to pick me up, so I could really see
If God was really up there , like dad said he would be.
Still, from high on daddy's shoulder, no matter how I tried
I couldn't reach the clouds up there, to see the other side
My little heart was broken , my eyes cried great big tears
When I thought to be tall enough, I'd have to wait for years.
Time rolled along, as time will do, until I turned thirteen
When like all other boys I knew , thought I could do all things
So to find myself an answer, I figured I would try
To go up on the garage roof and see if I could fly
To my dismay , I figured out , after I hit the ground,
That flying wasn't easy, only real birds can rebound
Still I never faltered, for the question was quite clear
The thing that disapointed was it could take a year
Still I practised and I practised with feathers glued to arms
The only thing that got me was lots of insect swarms
Between the scratch and itching it surely would appear
That I still wasn't big enough, 'would be just one more year
Well now, I'm sixty seven and I've learned a lot of things
One of them is eagles have wind beneath their wings
But still the burning question, Is God above the sky?
I quess I finally figured out, got an answer from on high
So with heavens Starlite angels, who taught me many things
I'll have a celebration when God gives me my wings
Then I can leave this mortal coil to live above the sky
I'll bid earth a fond farewell, when the Good Lord lets me fly.
By jollynoblefrog
© 2009 jollynoblefrog
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