Two lonely birds sitting in a tree
In the distance a church steeple can be seen
Snow softly falling
All is as quite as can be
Why did the pick to stop in this tree
Dark black feathers glisten against the white falling snow
Having a conversation with each other as you hears their cries
Maybe they stop there to reflect about their lives
High up in a tree with God but their side
          Two lonely birds sitting in a tree
      In the distance a church steeple can be seen
             Be like these birds
                                         Stop
                         Look around
           And see
Take it all in, reflect and be happy
When your  ready, spread your wings and see
Where the wind will take you next but always remember
No matter what, you land up where your suppose to be