Little Sparrow

She walks out of the station, thoughts heavy on her mind
The winter wind is bitter, but the waning sun is kind
She bends to grab a paper, as the street lights flicker on
And shrugs away a shiver, thinking where'd it all go wrong
She crumbles in a doorway, and mouths an empty prayer
Then pulls herself together, at one with her despair

Fly high - little sparrow
Don't cry - little sparrow
Just try - little sparrow
And watch, your dreams, take flight

Cold and without purpose, she wanders to her nest
Remembering her old dreams, the ones she laid to rest
She's struggles through the rigour, the daily trudge and grind
She thinks maybe tomorrow, she can leave it all behind
The bottle by her bedside, could take her pain away
But the picture sat beside it, helps her face another day

Fly high - little sparrow
Don't cry - little sparrow
Just try - little sparrow
And watch, your dreams, take flight

Fly high - little sparrow
Don't cry - little sparrow
Just try - little sparrow
And watch, your dreams, take flight