The bluebird cries when no one wants to hear his song
It's too low, too high too short, too long
It has to be the right pitch, just like all the others
Follow the trend where your sure to succeed
Don't risk singing a different song
But the bluebird is a rebel
And wants to be free
Doesn't want to follow the path that hurts his feet
Doesn't want to sing the song he doesn't feel
He wants to sing passionate thrills
Have his head feel free
Only pressure is the challenge of his path
But he will continue on
And not follow the crowd
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Waiting In Spring
PoetryA collection of poems from silly to serious that I make in spring. Photograph and edits were done by me
