Gently, gently.

​Gentle bird,

Gentle wings,

Fly on to better things,

Fly high,

Up and away,

Go somewhere,

You can’t stay.
Go where the soft things grow,

And if you find it let me know.
But fly on,

And don’t come back,

You’ll find it,

I know that.
Don’t let this world make you hard,

Staying soft is an art,

Be bright,

And be gay,

You know your heart will find a way..

Gentle song,

Gentle dreams,

The world is harsh,

On gentle things,

But I do them mentally,

And oh so gently.

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