THE COLLISION, THE SOUND OF WINDOW AND HAWK,
MADE ME JUMP TO MY FEET IT WAS QUITE A SHOCK.
THE DOGS WERE EXCITED BY THE NOISE THEY HEARD
THE RACE WAS ON TOWARD THE MIGHTY BIRD
I HAD TO WIN NO MATTER WHAT
ALL THEY WANTED TO DO WAS FILL THEIR GUT.
AS I LOOKED AT THIS BIRD, SO DAMAGED AND WEAK
HIS EYES WERE CLOSED, AND HIS FUTURE WAS BLEAK,
HIS LEGS WERE PARALYZED, HIS NECK WAS BROKE
WHAT SHOULD I DO, AND SO I SPOKE.
“HELLO MY SWEET, YOU ARE SO HANDSOME AND YOUNG
YOUR LIFE IS PRECIOUS, IT HAS ONLY BEGUN.”
I WILL DO MY BEST TO SAVE YOUR LIFE,
JUST OPEN YOUR EYES AND GIVE ME A SIGN,
THAT YOU WANT TO LIVE AND ARE ABLE TO FIGHT.
THE CREEK NEARBY IT PROVIDED A DRINK
A FEW DROPS ON HIS BEAK AND I HAD TO BLINK
LIVING WATER BROUGHT HIM BACK SO CLOSE TO THE BRINK
HE IS ABOUT TO WAKE UP WAS ALL I COULD THINK
YOU OPENED YOUR EYES AND YOU LOOKED UP AT ME
AND I SAW IN YOUR SOUL AND YOU SAW INTO MINE
THE CONNECTION WAS REAL, IT CAUSED ME TO FEEL,
LIKE WE KNEW EACH OTHER AND WE COULD BE FRIENDS.
IF HE COULD BE STRONG AND FLY LIKE BEFORE
I WOULD HOLD OUT HOPE TO SEE HIM ONCE MORE
CAUSE THE BOND WE MADE WENT DEEP TO OUR CORE.
ITS HARD TO EXPLAIN WHEN YOU SAVE A LIFE
ITS NOT ABOUT MONEY THERE IS NO PRICE.
THE CREATURES AND MAN CAN LIVE TOGETHER
THEY CAN SHARE A MOMENT BUT NOT FOREVER
WE KEEP A DISTANCE YET WE KNOW DEEP INSIDE
WE WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO LIVE SIDE BY SIDE
BUT WE LOVE HOW THE ANIMALS TOUCH OUR HEART
THAT’S AS CLOSE AS WE GET, WE ARE NOT TO START.
TO CROSS THAT LINE, WE STAY BEHIND.
CAN’T HELP BUT THINK IS IT JUST LUCK TO FIND?
A MIGHTY BIRD OF PREY WHO IS WILD AND FREE,
SLAMS INTO A WINDOW NOT SUPPOSTED TO BE
RIGHT IN HIS ROAD AND KNOCKS HIM BLIND.
IN THE HANDS OF A STRANGER HE CANNOT MAKE A MOVE
WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO MY BODY THIS MUST BE A DREAM
I NEED THE HELP OF THIS WOMAN OR I WILL SCREAM
I MAY BE PARALIZED AT LEAST IT SEEMS
LIKE THE WATER SHE DROPS RIGHT ON MY BEAK
GIVES LIFE TO MY WINGS AND I’M READY TO SEEK
HIGHER UP TO THE TREES SO I CAN LEAVE
SHE LETS ME GO AND I LAND NOT TOO FAR
I TURN MY HEAD AND LOOK AT HER FACE
SHE WAVES WITH HER HAND AND BLOWS ME A KISS
I SUDDENLY THINK I JUST MIGHT MISS
THIS FRIEND I FOUND IT IS A GIFT.
WE BOTH GOT TO LEARN, THIS IS NOT BY CHANCE
TO SHARE IN A LOVE THAT GOES SO DEEP
WE SAY GOODBY AND WE WILL NOT REPEAT
IT TURNED OUT TO BE A WELCOME RELIEF
NEVER TO GO THROUGH AN OUNCE OF GRIEF.
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