Sitting, waiting, wanting the world to give him a hand
He's always learning and always doing the best he can
His brothers and his sisters have already left
So he's awaiting departure from his little nest
This baby bird just wants to fly
Spread his wings, leave his things, and soar up high
But he's much too small, too weak, too delicate
He'll leave the nest the first chance he gets
Thinking and imagining everything he could do
Being on his own, from home, and feeling so renewed
He looks his mother in the eye and enjoys the thought
Once his time finally comes, he will be gone
This baby bird just wants to fly
Spread his wings, leave his things, and soar up high
But he's much too small, too weak, too delicate
He'll leave the nest the first chance he gets
Weeks and weeks have gone by and still he tries
To convince himself that he's capable of living life
His wings are darker and he's grown stronger
He thinks he can't take it that much longer
The morning sun warms him as he gets up
He looks down, toward the ground, and says Enough is enough.
He takes a leap of faith and swings his wings out straight
Off he goes, on his own, he's made his escape
The baby bird gets to fly
He spread his wings, left his things, and said his goodbye
To his mother who will miss him dearly
He's left his nest and now the rest is history
History