Young Sparrow

Young sparrow flies above the fervid skies
Hoping that her wing don't catch flame.
Young sparrow tries, tries to recognize
That heat from the sun just ain't the same
As the sparrow down on her plain.
She don't know how warm she could have been
Next to him.

The arrow flies up into the skies,
But someone from below had taken aim.
Young sparrow dies, dies within the skies
Before she ever felt the ground again
Or the warmth of that sparrow on the plain.
She don't know how warm she could have been
Next to him.

Young sparrow on the plain.
She don't know how warm she could have been.

- afm