Fledgling

Once there was a mama bird who flew across the sea
Carrying her fledgling young aloft upon the breeze
Time had come to migrate as a chill fell on the land
The fledglings were too weak to fly, too young to understand
Mama took them on her back, the three into the sky
They set upon a journey with a prayer and a sigh

Mama, where do we fly
Where are we welcome and where will we thrive
Mama, where do we fly
Where are we going and will we survive

The journey was exhausting but at last a shore was found
The fledglings left their mama as she crashed into the ground
It took some time to learn how to adapt to the new clime
But food was found, and shelter, and it felt stable in time
The family was grateful to survive another day
But they missed the life they had and oh, they went so far away

Mama, where do we fly
Where are we welcome and where will we thrive
Mama, where do we fly
Where are we going and will we survive

As years passed, other families from other far-off lands
Began to cross the ocean and to wash up on the sands
The fledglings and the neighbours felt themselves to be as one
They scarcely could identify with new goods on the run
They feared that all the new birds would bring violence and disease
Despite an old familiar song aloft upon the breeze

Mama, where do we fly
Where are we welcome and where will we thrive
Mama, where do we fly
Where are we going and will we survive