She Flies

And the bird flies
Directing its energy into its wings
And she flies, flies, flies
Away.
There are roses that line the south
And razors that line the north
The bird flies.
A chick born of wealth and love
Her eagles
Their long wings guide her way
And she flies, flies, flies
Away.
Perhaps she will never learn
Maybe she will fly too far
She won’t return
The bird flies.
She will never grow old
As long as she has wings to explore
And the bird flies on
Forevermore.