How Easy

How easy it would be

To be a bird,

With no decisions

To me referred.



Ah! To beat my wings then

And rise above

The many things in life

I do not love-



To melodiously

Raise my pure voice

And join in the chorus

With hymn of choice-



Rising to the heavens,

Leaving my cares,

Soaring o'er the angels'

Glorious airs.

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