They say a bird, If you set it free <br />If it returns to you, It is yours to keep <br /> <br />But if you hold a bird and then set it free <br />And it doesn't fly away , its because it is tired and weak <br /> <br />You will see it tremble, You will wonder why <br />This bird in the palm of your hand will surly die <br /> <br />And thats just how I feel , while I'm living with you <br />Just like the little bird, I've lost my will too <br /> <br />I'm tired and I'm weak, I've given all that I can <br />I've lost all my dreams, from the palms of your hands <br /> <br />And like the small bird , only it cannot fly <br />You cannot see the pain or feel the hurt inside <br /> <br />And I tremble too, And I've lost my will <br />The only difference is, I'm alive still <br /> <br />So a bird in the hand, you might not understand <br />If it doesn't fly away, it might not can <br /> <br />And if you wait to late, it will surely die <br />Just as my love for you, it has died inside.<br /><br />Bill Simmons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-bird-in-the-hand-a-song/
