One day, a bird will fly

One day, a bird will fly….. One day, a bird soaring high in the sky, will be, she, in possibility Never to return in a neverland sky, decisive in nominative totality One day, a bird soaring high in the sky, will be, she, in possibility Never to return about a neverland sky, decisive in nominative totality One day… The mountaintop, these dense clouds , layers of piling such, and so A sandstorm, heartbroken saga, will not be a weather forecaster to go In evocating high,a paraphrasing try,will fall, no more than brimming Underneath a sky, for none, too aboriginal a humming One day, a bird will fly….. One day, a bird soaring high in the sky, will be, she, in possibility One day… A flute, fading slow, out there, with an absent delight, daylight! None! None knew why,whence none could try to find a parable, a hymn, uncomparable! A nomadic try will never end in a dead end to bolt, wondering in zero, her lame! Herlem , once in Jerusalem! One day, a bird will fly….. One day, a bird soaring high in the sky, will be, she, in possibility Never to return about a neverland sky, decisive in nominative totality Referenced Lyrics: