The Maker:
I tried to make it right,
But the corners of the card won’t hold tight,
Upright,
Glue themselves together.
Falling in the wind,
Circling away, it’s spinning,
Spinning,
Makes the bird go flying…..
On my second try,
Paper folds are wings, a bird-kite,
bright light
streams in, making shadows.
You are magnified,
Set the roof on fire to take flight,
(you) make light,
brand new life.
The Bird:
Oh to be kind,
Oh to belong
Oh to be kind.
Oh to be cared for love,
Don’t look behind
or ahead,
Please stop following me,
so i can lead my own way,
Let life catch up with me.
Oh to be kind,
Oh to belong,
Oh to be kind,
Oh to belong.