Oh small bird
no debts to pay
Go where you want
Come when you may
Eat when you’re hungry
Fly as you please
Would that I could be so at ease.
Each year you fly south
With the strength of your heart
I’ve a will of my own
But we’re worlds apart...
Trade for a while
And let me be free
To fly in the wind
And rest in those trees...
Would that I could be so at ease.
Sharon Cordes Okrasa
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