A Child's Wish

A CHILD'S WISH

In the middle of the field the little boy stood,
Wanting to live, wishing he could.
He stretched his arms way up high,
As if he could soar, as if he could fly.

Over his head, a bird in flight,
The little boy wished with all his might.
To be like that bird, graceful and free,
To be what he forever longed to be.

A man came along and picked up the boy,
He tossed him in the air as if he was just a toy.
The man said, "Now you are what you were meant to be,
That beautiful bird, graceful and free."

The little bird flew and looked all around,
But the man was nowhere to be found.
Then he heard a voice, "My child I love you, my child I care,
Wherever you go, I'll fly with you there."