They told me i am not of this age, i need to
But i laughed and heard them no more my
I laughed and thought it was completely
How can it be, darling, that i am to live
Without my spring?
How can it be that i am to live and reach that
I feel it truly, birds are meant to fly and sing.
Tears always come to my eyes when i see them
In a cage.
Darling, i will never stop anything.
If it be my will, let me say it without causing
I will help birds soar again and swing.
If it be my will, let me stop pertaining to this
Copyright © Chokri Omri | Year Posted 2012
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