She calls me "little bird",
Because when I'm stressed or nervous
I walk on my tip-toes,
With my arms slightly raised,
Like a bird that's about to take off.
Like I'm not meant to be on the ground for too long.

He called me "bluebird"
Because I bring happiness
Wherever I go,
Apparently.
Peace is in my nature,
Hope is in my tone.

They called me "Blackbird"
Because I sing songs so sweet
And hauntingly beautiful,
But I'm so lost
And misunderstood by most.

I am a little bird,
In a cage
With a broken wing
But I'm okay.

She calls me "little bird"
Because I am small,
But I have a lot to say.
A lot to sing.

I'll fly again.