Wounded Bird

Like a wounded bird trying to fly

Surrounded by green fern, still a cozy and scenic place to die

Lately I've been flying high, then I guess I had to crash

Always did I love that I love that line

But never did I apply it to myself 'til just then

On the corner of our camping site, there's an entrance there to the woods

Watch my kids there as they play

While me, I'ma just pick away on a red Fender Palomino guitar for a change

My daddy was a railroad man, imagine all the miles of steel

He rode along his wholе life long

Now I just put that in a song

My mother, she would mеnd our wounds while he was out along the track

Maybe try and clip our wings

Well, I remember everything

Like the red feather wingspan of some great majestic bird

Come flying over the horizon

Above a field of birds of paradise [?][2:43]

Or was it real? Or was it just a dream?

Or was it real or just a dream?

Just a dream

Whew

Like a wounded bird trying to fly

Surrounded by some trees in a cozy scenic place

Wish the world would stop and take notice of all the disgrace

But then breathe in quite deep and smell all the flowers while in bloom

Like a wounded bird trying to fly

Well, my daughter, she wrote that line

So copyright Awilda Vile

Like a wounded bird trying to fly

Like a wounded bird trying to fly

Trying to fly

Trying to fly