BIRD

Soaring through the air
Wind whipping by
Nothing up here but clear skies
 
Nothing but blue
Nothing but free
Nothing but anything and anywhere I want to be
 
I will glide
Without a thought
I will fly after being taught
 
Equipped with the wings
And lessons of how to use them
Equipped with instinct and desire to flaunt them
 
Flaunt them to the wind
Flaunt them to gravity
Proving that it cannot stop my destiny
 
I am free to roam
I am free to land
Only, who’d give up freedom of air for land?