Broken birds run till heal up. How should I do, if I were. It's hard to rest or to run away. but you don't be hated, no how.
I will not cry.
Broken birds run till heal up. How should I do, if I were. It's hard to rest or to run away. I've got to find out another a way round.
I will not cry.
Broken birds off their wasted wings. They don't be hated, no how. It's hard to rest or to run away. I've got to find out another a way round.
I will not cry.
Broken birds run till heal up. How should I do, if I were. It's hard to rest or to run away. I've found a way round. That' s down the valley. I will not cry.