This song came about after a conversation I had with a good friend. We were talking about her husband who is a confident and trustworthy and successful human being, and her brother-in-law who is almost the exact opposite. It turns out that most of us know of family situations that resemble this or are perhaps part of one themselves.
The sons in this song could very easily have been daughters. I was thinking of many of the people in my life experience where one sibling follows a steady path and another flounders. Nature/nurture argument doesn’t apply. I know a set of twins where one twin is a successful psychologist and her twin occupies the fringes of society and has trouble staying out of jail and/or being sober. They both had the same genes and the same parenting….the same opportunities, the same privilege.
one son flew..... one son fell one son knew..... the other …not so well Both were loved both were fledged both free range birds both led to the edge one son flew... one flew straight away. he returns when he can building his own nest was always part of the plan One son flew... one worries in circles. he never really left afraid of the ledge afraid of the test One son flew... afraid of the ledge. but longing to be free clinging to the branches. of a disappearing tree one son flew ... in order to soar. you need to trust your wings It’s never really too late to try on different things The coddling can’t continue you’re really on your own waiting for the words..... “This bird has flown”