How free how free
the flutter of your wings can be
the grace of your form carefree
but nothing could hinder my misery
freedom is a state of mind
and you in your oblivious state
cannot be so inclined
to invite me to be your conferderate
but we can never be
for i am not a bird so free
although i hope that someday we
could be together eternally
so long as i am bound to this fate so absurd
i cannot hear you say, "let's fly away together little bird."
