little bird
Sing a little song,
my little bird.
Singing all along
until you're heard.
Tell me what is wrong,
why are you hurt?
Hiding all your scars
until they're blurred.
Hiding scars with every song.
Hiding scars, you know it's wrong.
Hiding scars, you can be strong.
Show them 'round and see: you won.
Sing a little song,
my little bird.
Singing all along
until you're heard.
- paperchick
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