Migrating Bird
You’re like a migrating bird
The sky is yours, the wind is yours.
You’ve grown now… it’s time to leave the nest.
In the crimson light of evening,
You’ll glide toward the warmth of love.
And with childlike wonder, you’ll chase its glow.
Write happiness on your wings, go seek it
Maybe in the scent of wildflowers
Or in the whisper of the restless river.
Look for it in the arms of freedom.
You’re so, so close to love
Open your heart, look deep inside...
You’ll find it there.
Fly safe, my little one.
Fethiye
The sky is yours, the wind is yours.
You’ve grown now… it’s time to leave the nest.
In the crimson light of evening,
You’ll glide toward the warmth of love.
And with childlike wonder, you’ll chase its glow.
Write happiness on your wings, go seek it
Maybe in the scent of wildflowers
Or in the whisper of the restless river.
Look for it in the arms of freedom.
You’re so, so close to love
Open your heart, look deep inside...
You’ll find it there.
Fly safe, my little one.
Fethiye
