I

A white bird on the brink of a cliff 

lost the strength to believe in the sky

Its feet are covered in lead

and its wings are heavy

 

A white bird under the twilight sky

Even though it’s beautiful on the other side

it is stuck in the same place as yesterday 

all by itself

 

The truth is that it knows

why these wings are white

Time passes like the wind and leaves behind a hasty mind

 

It wonders if these white wings

will ever soar through the red sunset

 

The evening sky searches for an answer

as to why the bird stays perched

 

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II

White bird, on the brink of a cliff

Why are you in such a hurry?

Tune out the ticking of the clock

and follow the rhythm of your heart

 

White bird, under the twilight sky

Do not be afraid to stay here

Do not be afraid to love yourself

before anything else

 

Walk slowly, walk lightly 

Listen, hear the mountains talk

 

We will wait on the other side 

So walk slowly, walk lightly

 

And the lead that once covered your feet

will melt slowly but surely

 

On the brink of a cliff 

where once a white bird was perched

there now lies a golden feather