I wish I was a bird
Free to fly, free to roam
Without a care in the world
Not caring where I am going
Happy; just flying
Higher and higher, soaring the skies
I wish I was a bird
The open space
Just to fly and be me
To be happy soaring the skies
Only I am not a bird
Reality cuts like a knife
Everything hurts
I am so sad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brie.. Good poem! BTW.... Leslie Misses BRIE!