My Trust is a feeble thing,
I have starved her so long,
You'd think she escaped
From Auschwitz
She's barely alive.
Desperate for a home,
She roams,
in the blue,blue skies,
But does the sparrow ever nest,
Where her broken eggs lie?
I have starved her so long,
You'd think she escaped
From Auschwitz
She's barely alive.
Desperate for a home,
She roams,
in the blue,blue skies,
But does the sparrow ever nest,
Where her broken eggs lie?
_AMZ_
Join the Discussion
This article has 3 comments. Post your own!