The Birds Fly By Me
Give yourself a path,
between evil an good,
even through the world's wrath,
set your own trip to happiness,
like any human being would.
a road to life,
a place to call home,
hold hands with the people you love,
preventing your mind thinking your all alone,
beyond the secrets, and moral lust,
will be warm hearts an trust.
Go on with your friends an lovers,
embrace the hugs from your sisters and brothers,
between the good an the bad memories,
hold your head high an set your eyes clearly,
all of the mysteries in life,
will come to you quickly,
it be like birds flying right past me.
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