On a mission,a bird flew
Dodging rock and branches people threw
Meeting rain and snow as drenched him cold
He loved the sight, but wasn't this bold

The wind was rough the sees were astorm
They swatted him from the sky and watched him mourn
A cold road was where he landed
With paralyzed bones he cried stranded

*Oh beautiful sky you mock my blue
You were my home, now what do I do?
Everyone is passing ignoring my cry
I'd do just anything to fly!