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I wish that I had been born a bird,

In times like these when Ive been torn and hurt.

When trouble came I could fly away,

So far away to a far away place.

With wings I could soar till my tears were all dry,

Until the seasons had changed and the days had gone by.

My life would be shorter but blissfully sweet,

I could cherish each moment and each new friend that I meet.

Instead I am weary and my heart has been strangled,

From those who found joy in leaving me lifeless and mangled.

I am but a life in a world of death,

Just a flicker of hope when there is nothing left.

But who cares who I am and who can see how I cry,

Someday I will be a memory that just lays down to die.

I wish I were a bird so that I could fly away,

I wish it so terribly especially today.