Under quiet pink branches
By a lonely city street
There’s a little bird practicing flying
On his shaking little feet
Every jump turns into falling
Dust rising where he lands
Still he keeps on trying
Like the sky is in his plans

Maybe the sky isn’t distant
Maybe it’s inside
Maybe wings are something
That growing minds provide

Maybe every falling
Is just another way
To teach a heart that’s learning
How to find the way

Maybe every question
Is a feather in disguise
Slowly forming wings
For those who dare to rise

Little bird, keep trying
Even when you fall
Every sky begins with questions
Every flight begins with fall