I am a little bird
Searching for the nest
I fly up and I fly down
I find food on my own
I fly night and day
Wiping all my tears away
My warm nest made of hay
This was wickedly blown away
Where do I go
To search my nest
I am tired
I need rest
There is no joy
Coz my nest was destroy
Can you see my grief?
And make me relief
Can you see my woo?
Help me in finding a nest too
Can you see a falling tear?
I don’t know whom to share
Can you sit and hear
Wipe a little bird tear
Hear the small bird’s grief
That I share in brief