Sometimes I wish I were a bird,
sailing the skies and watching the world.
Across the deep blue ocean
in the deep white clouds,
falling asleep with the sunset,
waking up with the sunrise.
Sometimes...
Oh sometimes I so much want to be a bird-
to spred my wings and fly away...
away from the sadness,
away from the pain,
away from my own brain, ...
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