If I Were a Bird
That awful word
That makes me wish I were a bird
So that I may fly from this Earth
To which I feel I do not belong
Through the air I sing a song
Of the misunderstood the mistreated the misused
For I know the trials and tribulations of the abused
The naivety on which they preyed
That of a unassuming child
Who unwittingly obeyed
That awful word
That makes me wish I were a bird
So that I may soar
And my struggles be no more
No more need for memory
No cruel harsh truths with which to hurt me
Only free
No more expectations for normalcy
And conforming to the paradigms of society
Only free
That awful word
That makes me wish I were a bird
So that I may take flight
And bring an end to this mammalian fight
No more confusion
Or uncertainty of false delusion
Only free
No more sensitivities
For the fire burns within me
Only free
That awful word
Defining me
If I were a bird
I would be only free
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