Seeing a flock of birds across the sky
Don't you wish you were a bird sometimes?
To fly, leaving it all behind;
No more tears and moans and sighs
How would you like it if each night
The wind sung you a lullaby?
To have your stories told with cries,
Of joy and fear, and hope, at times.

This feathered life has passed you by
You've been left wondering
"Who am I?"