I wonder what it's like to be a bird,
to sing beautiful songs that no one's ever heard,
to soar way up high,
swaying and gliding through the blue sky.
I wonder what it's like to be free,
to express beauty that no one's ever seen,
to cut all the ties, clip all the strings,
laughing and playing, not caring about a thing.
As birds fly through the sky do they look down on us wondering what its like to be human. Do they wonder what heartache feels like. Do they wonder what its like to be loved. Or do they feel sorry for us living such loveless lives?
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