I found a robin with a broken wing;
In so much pain, he couldn't sing.
So I took him home, and said a prayer,
And gave him tender, loving, care,

Then I patched up his broken wing;
And gave him back his will to sing,
I nursed him well, as time went by,
Till he'd regained, the strength to fly,

I knew I had to set him free;
Though, he'd fly far away from me,
I had to unite him, with his own,
Back in the skies, where he belonged.

And now, he's up there flying high;
With his perfect mended wing,
As I watch him disappear from sight,
Still, I can hear him sing.

Copyright^© 2002Vickie Lambdin