Sing little bird,

And let the courage in your song be heard,

Let not winds nor pouring rains still your voice,

Open your heart that we might rejoice,

In the beauty of your lilting melody,

And let its clarity act as remedy,

For the aching pains that surround you,

Let your song be the thing that grounds you,

But does not still your wings,

For they are beautiful things,

Borne on the wistful winds of love,

Lifting you high above,

All the pain and grief below,

And the trials that only you could know,

So rejoice little bird and fly high,

For it lifts our souls to see you in the sky.