A Bird Lost In the Storms
Here in the best country of the world
I am a lost bird with no sense of destiny
that flew away from its nest far away
then got caught up in the eye of storms
Though everything I need I get easily
every time the sun rises and sets
it sets with my heart so painfully
the heart that longs for homeland
by the shores of the great nation
in the cool shades of glaring cities
I sit and pray for super wings and legs
that could take me back into my nest
Gods of free world, gods of peace;
stop the storms, I want to go back home
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