- A song To Sing
I watched it flying through the air,
its grace and beauty beyond compare
Its freedom would be something I would embrace,
if I was not part of this stupid human race
If we could choose what we wanted to be
I would not choose you and you would not choose me
I would be a bird with an outstretched wing,
flying high with a song to sing
I would sing all day and all night if I could,
if you would let me, if you only would
But like other things of beauty that we never really see,
you would grow tired of me
and me; of thee.
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