ONE DAY AT A TIME

IF I WERE A BIRD

How I wish I were a bird
I would spread my wings and chirp
what a joyful feeling it would be
to join the others and be free.

Moments become hours and then days
so I must keep my faith in many ways
for I yearn to be happy and gay
like that bird that can fly away.

Yana Petkov
20th May 2005

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