The songbird flies where the wind may blow, to stir within your heart,
those many years when you and I were never long, apart.
He’ll speak to you about a chord of love, that will not break,
and sing to you a prayer I pray, each morning I awake.

The songbird flies where the wind may blow to find you waiting there.
He'll carry with him in his heart, the words I long to share.
There have been nights when faith was weak, and couldn't understand
how just one bird will ever make it to this distant land.

But the songbird flies where the wind may blow behind a Guided Light.
For upon his wings, the God of Love goes with the songbird’s flight.

Songbird, fly away to her and ask her when she’ll find
her way back home, so she won’t be a distant child of mine.
Songbird, fly away to her and see if she is there,
and tell her that I’m waiting while I pray another prayer.

I watched the songbird fly away, so low, that I could see
that he was heading southward where his journey was to be.
I stood before my window till he disappeared from view;
Knowing that his journey may take years to get to you.

But one day he will come back home, then by my side he’ll stay,
and sing these words I long to hear. . . .
“Your daughter’s on her way.”

© Cheryl Taul
October 4, 2000

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