The birds flutter by
And I wish I were as free,
But I just can't be.
Frustrated and lost,
I doubt I could ever be
Able to roam free.
I envy the birds
Cause they are what I am not
And will never be.
Birds, always soar high
And be proud of what you are,
For you're a girl's dream.
Dreams do come true. Don't be afraid to soar as high as an eagle does.
Don't give up on the dream of freedom. Sometimes it take a long time to get there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem as I can relate to how you're feeling through your words. You did a good job at portraying your emotions! Keep up the good work! It would mean a lot to me if you could check out my page and read my poems... maybe we can meet up for coffee once and discuss poetry and our journey through life xx