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Fleeting Life


Come back home, my little bird

And lend me your wings,

For my wings are too tired to fly again.

 

Come back home my little bird

And lend me your wings,

For yours are the sun and the winds.

 

Come back home, and fly with me

Lets go higher than the sky,

And deeper than the sea.

 

Come along, and fly with me

Lets go slower than the snail,

And farter than the rain.

 

Come back home my little bird,

And lend me your wings,

For mines are broken,

And I cant fly again.

 

Come back life to me!

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