Little bird what happened to you?
Your wing is broken, you cannot fly.
I watched you fall from the tree.
That tree you called havens home.
That tree that did not keep you safe.
It's broken branch that caused you pain.
This sickened tree is not safe for you.
So come, little bird, your wing I'll mend,
that you might fly free at last.
We'll find a tree that's well and sound,
where you'll be safe and feel secure.
You'll build your nest and know the peace,
a peace and safety not known before.