Hearts Left On The Ground
The wings of a bird
Fly free, unheard
But seen surely
Plainly, purely
What do we not see
That makes birds so free?
Flying with grace
In wide open space
The wind on their back
And nothing they lack
What do we not see
That makes birds so free?
We wish to be birds
But with empty words
Our hearts won't believe
What we can achieve
Is that what we don't see
That makes birds so free?
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