It started as a little hatching bird
Raising it's feeble
Oversized, ungainly
Little head

It started as a spark
Flickering weakly under tinder and wood
With hardly anything
To give

It started as a raised head
Like the shy kid in class
Working up the rarest courage
To speak

It started as the faintest of urges
And I didn't worry too much
'Bout it
It was probably nothing

I came back from the capital
And realized
My time to fly was approaching
That little bird had flight feathers now

That little spark was catching
Spreading around
Giving more and more warmth
And it finally began to show

I went around town
To start
And then Chicago
And then my own house

That shy kid spoke up at last
That little bird raised it's wings
That fire grew stronger
And stronger

I am posed on the edge
Of a burning nest from the fire
Ready to speak again
This time even louder