If I Was A Bird

Loneliness can eat a person up, it can destroy a person too. Loneliness is quite an interesting subject. So I changed a bird as an object of a freedom, to an object of loneliness.

If I was a bird...

I'd be the bird that could never fly....

She'd flap her wings and never lift....

She'd only be able to watch and cry...

As the other birds flew so carelessly...

Not caring to give even one thought about her...

 

If I was a bird...

I'd sit all alone on a branch until the day that I die...

She'd probably never rift or shift...

She'd only be able to sit in the rain and then wait to dry...

As the other birds pass her by, she stares as she...

Thought what it'd be like to be a bird...

The End

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