slowly opening beak
to the call of mother
still blurred to the sun
only that loving sound
inspiring awesome trust
a way of life, a must
we do too, we remember
voices that give us happiness
we crave for it, doesn't matter
if it is dead of the night
or anywhere you could be
to hear it means harmony
can you recall anything now
okay, be truthful to yourself
take that giant step to connect
hope is in your hand, dial it
nobody answers, text 'em
that's just beginning, my friend
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