I Want To Be With The Wind
The grass blowing in the wind
Seems to blow silently from where I sit.
Watching from the widow
Oh, I wish to be with it!
Here I sit on this beautiful day
Stuck in my house all dull and gray.
I do not wish to be inside,
I wish to be outside and free!
But here I sit in my house
With school that seems to never end,
Watching the blow through the trees,
Oh, I want to be with it!
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