There is a bird still sings to me
From way up high in God’s great tree
He sings so sweetly in the air
Sometimes I wish he weren’t there
Because he makes me think that I
Would follow him if I could fly
While birds were born to fly and sing
Both you and I wear God’s clipped wings !
I’m so tired of running uphill
I’d like some time to just sit still
Or help to find another way
To learn to get through every day.
The race is old and I am too
Truth is I don’t know what to do
So be a sport and lend a hand
Keep telling me that life is grand.
Perhaps after a while or so
My confidence is bound to grow
I want to do all that I can
It’s tough to be an also ran !
