Two loves

My bird at first lost the will to fly
I only hoped he would try
His wings were not broken
But his heart weighed him down
He didn't try to keep himself up
I feared he would fall and die on the ground

My wise little lion went away
I remembered how I cried that day
The strong wise lion I depended on
Was gone, and yet I miss him so much
I feel like I would break if I felt his touch
I want my bird to keep leaving and fly
I want my lion to be happy as days go by

Because nothing would be more beautiful
To see my bird soar
And hear the wonderful  music of my lion roar