I wanna be a bird
I wanna fly away
And never come back
I wanna be free
So I can finally be me
I wanna live life like a human
Not a prisoner of war
My battel wounds, bleeding
Staining the white carpet red.
The color oh so how we dread
The loud sounds coming from above
Killing all of the morning doves
As they rain from the heavens
I count 7.
Only seven.
They come down swaying.
One and two
And three and four
Five and six and seven.
Seven birds
Seven. Seven. Seven.
Seven years, seven weeks, seven days.
Seven minutes.
Tic tic, tic tic.
Goes the clock.
Thump, Thump, Thump.
Goes the heart.
Pumping blood a, source of life
Cut by a knife
Now Turing the water red
Getting out of bed
You look at the clock
Tick tick tick tock.
Seven. Seven. Seven.
Seven days, Seven Days.
Get Everything done in seven days
Monday thru Friday
Everyday is a I wanna cry day
Slowly Turing into one.
As you run
trying to escape the ground
You are now sky bound
Flying free like a bird,
Letting loose with saying a word.
