Every day when the sun arises,
I look up and see the birds.
They are flying so high, flying so bright,
they are flying to horizon
and I know that they are free,
but what about me?
I know I waste my life,
everything could be different.
I should run away and fly,
fly with the birds.
I should fly with the birds.
I should follow their way
and forget about sadness.
I should leave it all behind
and fly with the
birds.
I should fly with the birds.
But my arms aren’t wings and I cannot fly
so I have to stay again, here where I am.
© Fianna 2010