The Little Bird The Little Bird

This is a special request from my friend Howard Feldman. It's a poignant tale of galus and captures the vulnerability that we all are feeling. I hope that it brings comfort whilst we wait for the Eagle to return The little bird is calling, It wishes to return. The little bird is wounded, It cannot fly but yearn. It’s captured by the vultures, Crying bitterly, Oh, to see my nest again, Oh, to be redeemed. The little bird of silver, So delicate and rare, Still chirps among the vultures, Outshining all that’s there. How long, how long it suffers, How long will it be, When will come the eagle, And set the little bird free. The little bird is Yisroel, The vultures are our foes, The painful wounds are Golus, Which we all feel and know, The nest is Yerushalayim, Where we yearn to be once more, The eagle is the Moshiach, Whom we are waiting for.