Come to me little sparrow away from the pelting rain
Tell me of your sorrows and I'll tell you of my pain
Come perch upon my window sill and rest your weary wing
And give to me the meaning of the beautiful song you sing
Teach me how to be happy behind these concrete walls
And give to me the reason for your early morning calls
How I'd like to soar the heavens and fly about so free
But I am here in prison so you take wing for me
'Tis God who taught you how to sing
And gave you wings to fly
'Tis God who sent His precious Son
For sinners such as I
So off you go little sparrow out into the pelting rain
Take with you all my sorrows and give wing to all my pain
Fly away little sparrow but soon come back to me
For as I watch you soar the heavens
I find, I too, am free
Beautiful. I like the contrast between the sparrow's freedom and the limitations you clearly feel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your sparrow is like Shelly's Skylark embedded with all poetic beauties. My sparrow has a different story to tell. CP