Vapid change in air
makes you change your song,
and you’ve been
singing all the day so long.
I wish I could
project exactly the right words.
Though these lines
to me give comfort sound absurd.
The sounds come
from within from feelings.
As I lay in bed
I stare up into the ceiling.
I look outside,
I hear mockingbirds out of tune.
I stand up and
look around the empty room.
Oh winged being
what sights do you see?
Above the ground
so high above the trees?
I hear your song
I dont pretend to sound so sweet.
I pray in the night
for this life to provide me wings.
Wow!
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