Bird Flew By

Bird flew byAnd wondered, wondered whyShe was whise enoughTo stay up in the skyFrom there she could wonderFor the reasonWhat's the point of a yearOr a seasonYour life flies awayAs the night turns to dayIf you stop once to thinkYour hair will soon turn greyBut one would like to wonderFor the reasonWhat's the point of a yearOr a seasonThe list of fallen starsAnd crumbled, broken heartsComes from a needTo play so many partsBut one would like to wonderFor the reasonWhat's the point of a yearOr a seasonThe wind and the rainShook hands againUntouched by the worldThey managed to stay saneThey were able to wonderFor the reasonWhat's the point of a yearOr a seasonBird flew byAnd wondered, wondered whyShe was whise enoughTo stay up in the skyFrom there she could wonderFor the reasonWhat's the point of a yearOr a season