Sometimes I fear
Like that baby bird,
Who fears of flipping her wings,
Sometimes I feel
Like that bird,
Who wants to fly
But is caged,
And sometimes I want to be-
Like that bird
Who flies higher and higher,
Whose goal is set,
And who knows where she is meant to go...
Like that baby bird,
Who fears of flipping her wings,
Sometimes I feel
Like that bird,
Who wants to fly
But is caged,
And sometimes I want to be-
Like that bird
Who flies higher and higher,
Whose goal is set,
And who knows where she is meant to go...
let the wrings flutter
ReplyDeleteknowing the known is how
goals are realized
Thank you for the words...
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