the BIRD

I look, I smile, I don't think this is working. . . Being the bigger person in life. Always being called when needed. My hands are hurting. Thought of letting it go. But hey, hold on. I smile again.

The Bird don't wanna stay any longer,
Finding his way out with so much desire,
He wants to forget his ugliness forever,
So let The Bird leave with no pressure.

Now The Bird has flown away freely,
He has everything but feels lonely,
Thus, he gave it another try,
Finally two birds flying in the sky.