Without a care in the world, I make my nest Not burdened by the luxuries and expectations of this world, But trusting in the provision of the keeper, That the sun will not set without a meal in my belly, A worm I will catch, A nectar I will suck, The stream will not run dry.
At sunrise, the sounds of my chirping would be loud, Not because I am capable of anything, But because the keeper would surely keep, As my eyes are stayed on him. All I need do is spread my wings and fly. And even if I break my wings, the keeper is also a healer. I am just a birdie.
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