I'm a Bird
I'm a bird. I'm a bird. I'm a bird. A bird that flys gracefully and a bird that flaps their wings and doesn't care about how much noise it creates. A bird who minds it's own business but does not fly with the other crows and blue jays and pigeons but a bird who flys alone, alone where there is nothng but silence. I am no ordinary bird, I do not follow the pack but rather my heart, wherever it takes me. Whether it's in the middle of nowhere or freezing arctic temperatures, I follow my heart. And what you say or do does not matter, because i'm a bird. I'm a special bird. I'm a bird.
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