Sitting in a warm nest of straw,
a little smokey gray crow.

She thought she knew,
where she belonged;
there was nothing wrong.
That this was her right spot,
but the little bird
did not.

This little bird thought,
that this was her only home,
but it was not.

One day the little crow learned to fly.
She found out,
that wings take you anywhere,
wherever you care to fly.

She didn't know where,
her wings would take her,
she with her little feathers.

Wings take her somewhere else,
not sure were the wind blows,
but the little bird now knows,
these places will be
Home.