I see a little bird
who’s lost her will to fly,
who’s lost her want to sing,
who’s lost her big, blue sky.
I see a little heart
who’s lost her will to pitter,
who’s lost her want to patter,
who’s lost her love-red glimmer.
Go. Fly.
Small-winged angel.
Go. Sing.
Enjoy the day.
Go. Pump.
Heart so lovable.
Go. Thrive.
Let pain decay.
I see a little bird
who’s soaring once again,
who’s singing without end,
who’s meeting horizon’s bend!
I see a little heart
who’s pumping once again,
who’s beating without end,
who’s loving through horizon’s bend!
Go. Fly.
Small-winged angel.
Go. Sing.
Enjoy the day.
Go. Pump.
Heart so lovable.
Go. Thrive.
Let pain decay.
Let pain decay,
as you fly away.
Just Manda 