When I was just a little girl
I used to say a prayer
That God would make me a bird
To fly high through the air

So I could leave the tortured world
That reached to steal my soul...
I'd fly somewhere so far away
Where the freedom made me whole.

Soaring in and out of clouds
Id look down on disgarded sorrows
Id aim my sights toward the sun
to brighten all my tomorrows.

My wingspan would capture currents
My tail would steer my path
When cool rains would shower down
Id relax in natures bath,

But alas I grew no wings
I was grounded on earth you see
But I found ways to get away
And let my mind be free.

that was really nice

beautiful