Little birds. Little birds. Flying high In the sky. Their
Freedom is what we long for. Walk around, spread your wings and fly. Fly away
from problems, fly away from
sorrows. Fly like there's no tomorrow. Days will
pass and years. Little we notice the troubles they go through. Battling for a
consistent place to live, on a daily hunt for meals to live. A quest of
survival agaist the ferocious claws of the eagle. Find a secret shelter when
injured or else will be pecked to death. With months of trouble to protect
their babies and watch some of them die. In the end, they all wither and have a
deadly end. End of life. End of story.
Perhaps, if we find a way to be free.
Life's hardest truth is that we will never really have the so called "freedom".
Responsibilities and rules will always be thrust down upon. Our wish. Find a
way. Find freedom.
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