To Know How It Feels
Some days good others bad
I know which one i'd rather have
Destiny is such a far fetched word
I'd rather much like to be a bird
To be able to fly whenever you like
To have the chance to soar in flight
Endless sky without the blocks
Just to soar with a birdie flock
North, east, south or west
To know i can finally be the best.
Copyright © Kim Hasler | Year Posted 2006
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