Watch as the sparrow flaps his wings,

Now listen to the song he sings.

Each night he shoots for the moon,

While he sings his solemn tune.

He tries hard to get in the air,

But he knows he’ll never get there.

His wings are clipped, his feet are tied.

He sits there, just dying inside.

He watches as his friends have fun,

As they all soar towards the sun.

They decide to leave him behind,

He’s in his little cage, confined.

Now listen to the songs I sing

While I flap my broken wing,

As I try to fly to the sky,

The sparrow’s none other than I!