if i was a bird ,where would i fly?
soar my wings along the long awaited sky,
as the wind goes up and pulls me away,
the mind of mine had nothing to say,

If i was a bird, where would i be?
the world growing smaller inside of me,
the cold air, rushing through my hair,
makes the world, give one bitter stare,

If i was a bird, where would i die?
closing my eyes and stopping to fly,
My legs, my hair are growing back,
but my world still has somrthing that it has lacked,
the power of freedom,
the power of happy,
the power of myself.....
the power of....ME!
 
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