Migration کے بول

On and on they journey southward to the land of warmer summers on the way they shed their feathers for the poet's hand to write love letters Flying high in straight formation seeking out their destination over seas and windswept forest frost and snow they're soon forgotten Trees are bare snowflakes are falling you can hear their leaders calling follow me fly strong my brother be strong of heart and help each other home And here I am I'm just a man and there you are among the stars flying high searching for a new tomorrow I wish I could follow Nearer still to new horizons chill winds blow so far behind them endless days and sleepless nights a borrowed gift navigates their flight Still and pure this morning air so tired now but almost there the mysteries of nature's calling some will climb while others return back home