the flutter of a sparrow's wing
caught my eye as I walked by the lake
this little bird sung its praises
caught my eye as I walked by the lake
this little bird sung its praises
every day...
then fell to earth
its short life spent
but its falling not lost to the
EYES of LOVE
always watching
never sleeping
always watching
never sleeping
and somewhere
a tiny sparrow now sings again
a new song
.
.
.
listen
listen
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