I saw a baby bird, fallen from its nest
And soon it will die
It will never learn to fly
Never soar across the sky
This day is difficult at best
And wonder why
I will close my eyes
On this ground I will lie
Has this life of mine been a waste?
I feel the dirt against my skin
I feel I’m drifting again
I guess there is no way to win
Victory, I want to taste
But all I taste is gin
I am drifting again
I guess I’m lost in my sin
Much like my featherless friend
To my fate I am bound
My memories compound
Dying on the ground
Deep down I know it is the end
No help to be found
If no one is around
Will I even make a sound?
A baby bird has fallen from its nest
And soon it will die
It will never learn how to fly
And I wonder why
Jake Allen Sharp 