if I was on a Bird's wing

if I was on a Bird's wing

If I was on a Bird's wing,

‎the wing would probably be my mother's,

‎Laying flat on the land because,

‎because she fell and hit the ground hard,

‎It'll probably be me tryna lift her up,

‎Tryna put food in her beak,

‎My father would have flown away,

‎Since the ground is harsh on birds,

‎Her wing would be weak and lifeless,

‎As she no longer has strength to go on,

‎And she would have probably be gone by now..

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‎If I was on a Bird's wing,

‎i'd probably be the bird,

‎My wings soaring low,

‎'cause I've been rained on,

‎I'd probably be trying to fly,

‎Against the roaring wind,

‎Trying to make sense of it,