My little birds are so sweet
Perhaps, it's true their not so neat
What such joy they bring each day
One look at their sweet faces erases any traces of sadness away
Little angels in disguise
Who could doubt that they are wise
How do you correct the little creature
When their antics resemble a comedy feature
With a will so strong, I admire
Independence they desire
When dinner is over , the day is gone
Tomorrow will begin with a soft sweet song
This endless love
I must relate
Is truly an act of heavens' fate
There are things I've seen, here of late,
That ache my heart
Teach it to hate
Dark eyes that stare, so brightly awake
Deeply scarring apart
Dare I to reach and take
What some fool unknown as yet to me
Was left behind, uncared
Wanted only conveniently
A life is a life, no matter the race
A love for the feather
A grace of smile on your face
Everything I've asked is small
Everything I need but wee
Everything, no, you're all.
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