They fly high,

Free above us all,

We’re jealous of their freedom,

Because they can escape it all,

We’re trapped on the ground,

In the busy everyday world,

Whereas they can fly above it,

With only planes and the sky,

Forming a massive backdrop,

They’re free as a bird,

But that’s what they are,

To some places, though,

We can escape,

Into quiet places,

But we’ll never be able to be able to fly,

Like birds, high up,

High in the sky,

Completely naturally,

That’s for them,

And at least they should get,

Their own freedom.


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