The robin would fly and spread his wings
But he had no song, he could not sing
He soared and flew high into the clouds
He had affirmation from the crowds
He flew higher than the other birds
Many praised him and laughed at his words
Though joy to others he would bring
He had no song, he could not sing
He used his wings but he could not hide
The sorrow he felt deep down inside
Other robins could not fly as high or long
But they could still sing out their song
He thought to himself, "What good are my wings?
If I can fly higher but I cannot sing?"
He left the world early, it felt so wrong
For his whole purpose was to sing a song
