Why can't I just be a bird,
that reaches up to the sky looking down at all the views and always free to fly?
Why can't I just be the sun,
that warms the summer afternoon? Giving light to all of us, even on grey winter's day.
Why can't I just be a tree,
that bestows us pleasent shade, bequeathing fruits or lovely buds? Flowers that never seem to fade.
Why can't I just be a baby,
whos as innocent as can be? Void of anguish, problems,or anxiety, like the ones I bare in silence.
Why can't I just be happy, content with all the blessings given to me?
Why...I have no ansers for this