Little Bird

If I let go
of your fragile wings,
Tiny bird, will you know
that I’ll miss you.

I may free you
and you’ll fly away;
But I will cry all night through
to the painful morn'.

I’ll call your name
‘till I can no longer speak.
If I could make your wild heart tame
then you could stay my friend.

What if you die
in my absence?
Should I let you fly
with that risk?

Or shall I break
your tiny wings?
So when you wake
you cannot leave.

You would need me
as I need you.
You will not be free
but I will be happy.