WEEDS AND BROKEN THINGS

Just like a flower starting to blossom
Likewise the sparrow waiting to fly
Into a world that surveys their potential
The flower its beauty, the bird soaring high

But what of the flower that has not grown
Tangled in weeds or just trodden down
Or even the sparrow that damaged its wing
Now she is grounded what song shall she sing

Just like these we people can be
My what a welcome the day of our birth
We all have a value and matter you see
We all have significance we all have worth

But the truth is some people feel left out and shy
Thier wings damaged unable to fly
A world where the fittest and strongest survives
Or the best looking flower that catches your eyes.