Flying Away
As home may feel a nest,
The sticks start poking your side.
While watching the sky above,
You want to leave and discover what's next.
When mom leaves to provide,
You wish you could go and do it yourself.
When it's time to leave the nest,
It's time to leave the nest.
Fly Away.
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