Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

My Little Red Bird

By
A field of dead trees
The grass isn't growing
Sing little red bird
Don't die on me now

I apologize for my ignorance
I apologize for my mistake
I see you now little red bird
Please don't die on me now

Too late for repairs
The damage has been done
I'll miss you my red bird
Don't die on me now

A tear drop falls
Leaving ripples in the water
Sing little red bird
Don't die on me now





Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback