I'm jealous of Birds.
As they sing sweetly in the morn',
I awake to feelings of despair.
As I gaze out my window,
My hands pressed against the glass,
I wish I could be out there with them,
Singing instead of crying.

I'm angry at Birds.
How can they be so care-free,
Happy with Freedom on their wings?
Whilst I sit here stressed,
Gloomy with chains on my feet.

But...
At the same time...
I am in awe of Birds.

As they spread their beautiful feathers
And soar into the sky,
I smile.
Because one day I might be like a Bird.
Care-free, happy,
And Freedom blossoming on my white-golden wings.
And I'll soar with them,
And together we will fly away forever.
Away,
From all the problems of the
World.