Little Bird

The world is too rough 

For someone like you,

Flying too high 

And falling too fast,

The world is too rough 

For someone like you,

Sidewalk cracks,

And fast cars,

The world is too rough

For someone like you,

Sunburnt skin

And loud voices,

The world is too rough

For someone like you.

But you are safe here,

In my hands,

And even though 

The world is to rough

For someone like you,

I am here for you,

Little Bird.