The birdie

I stood by my ground
But the birdie just flew away
It’s foolish to dream for the moon
And to live in that dream

Things are too hard
Just as easy as it is for the birdie
Yet freedom is what it’s all about
And to respect is what love is

Hope will end by what passed by
But world won’t end by that
Should I laugh or should I cry
It’s just for me to take

The storm will pass by
And the rain will stop in due time
It’s a new morning every day
And life will move on and on