A Bird In The Hand (A Song) Poem by Bill Simmons

They say a bird, If you set it free
If it returns to you, It is yours to keep

But if you hold a bird and then set it free
And it doesn't fly away , its because it is tired and weak

You will see it tremble, You will wonder why
This bird in the palm of your hand will surly die

And thats just how I feel , while I'm living with you
Just like the little bird, I've lost my will too

I'm tired and I'm weak, I've given all that I can
I've lost all my dreams, from the palms of your hands

And like the small bird , only it cannot fly
You cannot see the pain or feel the hurt inside

And I tremble too, And I've lost my will
The only difference is, I'm alive still

So a bird in the hand, you might not understand
If it doesn't fly away, it might not can

And if you wait to late, it will surely die
Just as my love for you, it has died inside.