Vapid change in air

makes you change your song,

and you’ve been

singing all the day so long.

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I wish I could

project exactly the right words.

Though these lines

to me give comfort sound absurd.

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The sounds come

from within from feelings.

As I lay in bed

I stare up into the ceiling.

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I look outside,

I hear mockingbirds out of tune.

I stand up and

look around the empty room.

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Oh winged being

what sights do you see?

Above the ground

so high above the trees?

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I hear your song

I dont pretend to sound so sweet.

I pray in the night

for this life to provide me wings.