Wings

I wish I were a bird flying through the air.
They have no troubles, they have no cares.
They are the free spirits of the sky.
God blessed them with wings and we know not
why.
Why couldn't I have a pair of wings all of
my own.
To soar the skies when I am feeling alone.
They are very special in their own way.
As they fly through the sky and over the
bay.
If I could trade all I have for a set of
wings.
I would give all and everything.
So I too could fly through the air.
Without a thought and without a care.

by Samantha Williams

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