… hidden in my heart!
I’m a migratory bird,
Born to be free,
The sky is my home,
Not just any old tree.
Beautiful and attractive,
Intelligent and talkative,
I soar, I swoop,
I sing, I whoop!
I do things with passion,
With a touch of style,
I also sit still,
But only once in a while,
I watch a blind world,
Enamored by fashion,
My heart often bursts,
With total compassion …
That’s when I stop,
Often betray my vows,
Forget my destiny,
Focus on the nows,
Even I get attracted,
By the smiles and bows …
So …
I’m a migratory bird,
Divided in two,
My spirit is free,
My heart is just true,
I yearn for the skies,
So open, so blue,
But I’ve made a promise,
To do whatever I do,
So I’m here to marry
The old and the new,
And forge a new creed,
For the whole world to view …
But …
I’m a migratory bird,
Sworn to be free,
I’ll fly away someday,
On the wings of glory!
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