A bird with a broken wing
but more than that
with broken pride
felt trapped when it couldn't leave
lost its freedom when it couldn't fly
so it couldn't fly because it wouldn't believe
but things will heal
it let its wing rest
but it was uncertain
it was still unsure
I had been so long
since its last trip into the sky
But it became optimistic
the bird then believed
That it would fly again
soar into the sky again
So it streched its wings
it took a chance
And before it even knew
it was back in the air
flying in the clouds
And i, standing there
saw it fly free
then thinking
and finally understanding
The only way for someone to achieve
is to first believe
