The bird and the boy

A little boy, with eyes full of lights, he,
sat on the porch, and he saw a bird in the sky.
Suddenly, the bird fell from the sky, and,
he came to see, to see her wounds.

The little boy, was very worried,
he didn't know, what could he do?
he saw her wing, broken and wounded,
a shadow of peace, on the morning dew.

the little boy, was going to the vet,
he was feeding her, with mixture of seeds.
he kept her, close, close to his heart, and,
gave her to rest, on the wet weed.

The bird didn't sing, when the boy was waiting,
he wrapped her leg, he didn't want her to go.
He knew one day, she'll be healthy,
And one day… time would not slow.

He was afraid; she was grateful.
It was so sad; it was fateful.

The little boy, with lights in his eyes,
held her in his bare hand.
she was his girl, she was his princess,
and now it's the end, no, she must go.

skies were getting clean, the air was cold, then,
sunlight rays were fading-out.
The little boy, was tearing from his eyes,
his love killed, killed any doubt.

The little boy, didn't have a spark in his eyes,
the little boy, was hoping it's good.
He loved her so much, she made him tender,
but the world wasn't overruled.

He was afraid; she was grateful.
It was so sad; it was fateful.

He was crying; he didn't want to know.
He wiped his tears; cause she had, had to go.