At the edge of a branch 

a little bird will stand 


He looks down 

and sees his fate. 

He looks up 

and sees his parents high expectations. 

For to fall is to fail, 

but this little bird has broken wings. 


At the edge of a branch 

this little bird will stand 


He looks back 

and sees his parents with hopeful eyes. 


Now fly. 


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