I Wish
I wish I was a sparrow.
To fly, is my dream.
To take off into tomorrow,
believe me this I mean.
What's the point of staying,
and living on the ground?
I could spend the whole day playing,
but to my home I'm bound.
My feet are glued.
I guess I'm stuck,
but what I say is true.
I wish I was a sparrow,
and maybe, so do you.
Copyright © Kayla Evans | Year Posted 2018
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