How easy it would be
To be a bird,
With no decisions
To me referred.
Ah! To beat my wings then
And rise above
The many things in life
I do not love-
To melodiously
Raise my pure voice
And join in the chorus
With hymn of choice-
Rising to the heavens,
Leaving my cares,
Soaring o'er the angels'
Glorious airs.