Hiding in the bush a bird flies
up high into the deep skies
and leaving me wondering ,
If I can do so one day ?
Just when I tried to take a leap
I fell back hard on my knees
I look again at the swirling bird ,
Do i need to grow the wings ?
Let me follow the steps she did
take a dive and then rise up
No, I still ain't able to do
Of course , a bird is a bird and I am
me !
My strength lies not in copying her
but to make myself of what I can
to do justice with what I have
and be more happy to be just me.
