She sits out on the sand Stretching her wings out, Watching the others fly over the land, She doubts her ability to soar Over the waves as they crash. She's afraid to take that jump, Worried everyone would just laugh. She turns back.
Up on a strong birch branch She looks into a self-made nest Where three dreamy eyed children hatched Providing them a life she wished she had, Hoping they see she tries her best In a place where rest isn't even rest.
She cries out to the sun As it drifts out from where she lays Wondering when the day would come When she has the strength to fly away