Does a sparrow always sing when its happy?
Can it chirp if its lungs did so sorrowfully collapse?
Who can see the notes sung by the sparrow?
What if her music still lingers in the past?
What if the sparrow has found a loving tree?
Can it look at another if it has no branches?
When all the foul ask sparrow are you gay?
How could she reply, if her symphony doesn't seem complete?
When the branch-less tree looks humble once again, what then?
Why should she abandon a branch that loves her so?
How can she sing a song between houses, when on neither can she knock?
How come she cant ignore yesterdays tune, and be on beat with her melody?
What does she do when others sense her chorus hits a scratch?
How can she soar with beauty while her feathers are flustered?
How can her heart strings play, while not certain that shes wanted in that branch less home?
Would she hit the bark and fall, dying, limp on the earth like before?
Shall the sparrow fly proudly, if she has no pride within herself?
Can the trees see her struggles mid flight, and wounded wing?
How long can this stale pondering continue, this broken record last.
When will the silhouette of cords fade, when can she nestle into the love of her branch?
How can a sparrow sing?
What if her music still lingers in the past?
