Underneath a cloudy gray sky
A bird keeps on trying and try
To equip itself with healthy wings and body
It is trying to fix its scratched right wing
And as time goes by, the wound is in its process of healing
Pleasure to its knowing, it just feels like a great adventure ahead is waiting
So the bird thought the left wing will always be okay
Never in a good shape, but the bird reckon' it's gonna be all right
All right for yesterdays and the cloudy evening
All bad for the night's relentless hail and the coming pouring rain at dawn
Cuddling itself in its little nest
It wonders when it will fly
perfectly underneath the bright blue sky...
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