• Sometimes I look up to the sky

    just to see the birds.

    They are free,

    unlike me.

    I wish I could grow wings

    and fly with them.

    What I would not give

    to touch the clouds.

    To breathe the fresh air.

    To know I will never fall.

    What a wonderful feeling that would be.

    God, if you are listening,

    please let me soar in the sky.

    At least for a day.

    That is all I ask.