Fly As A Bird Poem by John Ackerman

Fly As A Bird

Fly as a bird to the blue mountains
Where I am longing sometimes to be,
To see green lakes and rivers too
Nobody knows what it would mean to me

Fly as a bird through the sky
To see the silver streams again,
To be so near, this now my dream,
Meanwhile my longing is in vain

Fly as a bird over the ocean
To see my native land again,
But my wings are weak-who can help me?
I shall never get there-all is in vain.