No wings on my bird
To fly high and far
Waiting to hear your word
My heart yearns to spar
So where is she today?
Afraid of my grief?
Seeking another way?
Her time with me so brief?
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No Wings on My Bird
No wings on my bird
To fly high and far
Waiting to hear your word
My heart yearns to spar
So where is she today?
Afraid of my grief?
Seeking another way?
Her time with me so brief?
The Poetry of Jeffrey L. H. Naylor 