Little Jenny Wren, was a sparrow
Little Jenny Sparrow, never flew
Little Jenny Wren, was sticks and bones
But she, was the one who knew
Little Jenny Wren, was the wise one
She knew the ending from the start
Little Jenny sparrow, with her needle and her thread
Knew that you would break my heart.
It’s the journey, not the ending
It’s the life led, not the day
It’s the people that you meet
Who will guide you on your way
It’s the answers, not the questions
It’s to listen and to hear
It’s knowing what your strengths are
And understanding fear
It’s both the pain, that you inflict
And the pain that you did bear
It’s what you gave, not to receive
That taught you how to share
It’s what you want and what you need
It’s the path and not the road
It’s those people that you carry
And it’s those who share your load
It’s the parts that are your jigsaw
That together make you whole
But it’s the message in your heart
That is written on your soul
Paintings and poetry. 