I sit alone, just gazing, above into the sky,
The sun gives out it's heat upon my face,
I look on in amazement as the birds carelessly fly,
Soaring high with beauty and with grace,
I sometimes do imagine, what life would come to be,
If I could be as careless as a bird,
The beauty of the feathers, the will to live so free,
To never have to speak a single word,
I long to soar without a thought, no worries, stress or pain
To taste the freedom I have solely missed,
No questions left to answer, no reasons to explain,
No wrongs in life that I must so resist,
Yet all these dreams, they fill me, but true they'll never come,
For I must keep my feet firm on the ground,
Heaven is not godly, its being free to some,
I guess that to the Earth I'm bound
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