The Birds Are As Alone As I - Poem by Patti Masterman
The birds are as alone as I,
But do not pause to question why.
Each one his wing to wind, must bear;
Must endure weather foul or fair.
We trust the world won't break our wings,
Or stifle what we long to sing.
The night's so large, when you are small:
And it's a long way down, to fall.
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