I am a Bird

They don't kow the tears I cry, They don't know the life I have, I have wings and I can fly, Going by my own path. I seem weak, But I am strong, Very sweetly meek, But not for long. They regret thier descison, As they speak the words, I am not a little pigeon, I am a strong willed bird. Whenever I fall, I get right back up, They laugh and call, Sometimes its tough. They think they look over me, They think they are great, But I am free, I hold my own fate. I am strong now, Flying high like a bird, I was found, Soaring to be heard.