The little birds fly round and round
Looking for a home that can't be found
Chirping and twittering, so many sounds
Looking for the joy that in life abounds
It's here somewhere they know in their heart
If only I could help them with that part
Lost little birds without any home
Doomed forever to just simply roam
Lest help from someone they can find
But to that hope they just cannot bind
Still hope they have never given up
'tis why they fly down then they fly up
For somewhere there must be a place they belong
So they will keep circling for ever, so long
Their song rings out and calls to my ears
They battle onward despite all their fears
I pledge them my life if I can only but help
More promise I've made then since I was a whelp
For their flight is my own, I've flown it before
When I thought that all hope had flown out the door
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