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beyond what he, could not be.- complete.

beyond what he, could not be.

"there was a bird, that couldn't fly' he dreamed - forever to touch the sky, bound in chains, his wings no flight, reached the heavens one cold winters night, stiff if a tree ' died of fright you see' now he fly's ever so happily, beyond what he
could not be ".

"For other birds, would tease him ' bound him to the ground, picked on his feathers, his silent tears, fell without a sound, so what if he was different '
His loving heart to astound, having only given the chance to smile, Sadly he always frowned ,
No song of joy he would sing,
Chirping of sorrow, the torment they would bring,
Silly birds, aiding his suffering"

"one cold night, he sat alone ' feathers within the rain, did not seek any shelter ' nor try escaping his hidden pain,
High within a tree' on a branch within the storm, tried to show his strength , their friendship he did mourn ' as a thunderbolt hit the tree, shaking the branches below he' cast his heart to stop, creating silence there ' within that moment the guiding light turned in to a glare, He spread his wings out wide, leaving his bodies side,
Gracefully flying high above ' was then his heart was full of love,
Off to the heavens ' beyond the pain, escaping their torment, the pouring rain ".

" never to be teased, held down upon the ground ' becoming what he could not be, the bravest bird within the storm ' who died with pride, within a tree' to impress the birds who could not see - he
Was always the best he,
He could be"

Nardine Sanderson 29/12/2014

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sparrowsong

Nardine, GREAT BIRD STORY! I'M SURE YOU KNEW I WOULD LOVE IT....Back on my perch.

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