How it would be to fly far away like a bird in the sky, fly to places new and where no one knows you. It would be nice to be able to run away from our problems, but for most that isn’t possible, we just have to face it and keep movin on.
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Fly little bird,
fly to places unheard.
Find your way,
far, far away.
Survive like the wind
beneath your wings,
go to where your heart brings.
If only to be a bird
and fly high up in the sky,
away from all of this,
away from all of those that pry,
and all of those that lie.
An ideal life,
free, like I wanna be.
Where there is only me.
Though, loneliness would set in
after a while,
and I wouldn’t be able
to live the lifestyle.
I could sail a boat
and leave a note,
sailing the ocean far away,
but how long on the water
could I actually stay?
Could I stand it day after day?
Maybe I could take a plane
without anyone knowing my name,
and fly to Italy or Spain,
(or maybe they are the same),
and buy a cottage,
but not speaking the language
I would definitely be alone,
and would probably start to miss home.
Or, I could probably hole up in my room
locking the door and just resume
life as before,
amongst the gloom.
Maybe my system could be shed
of all of the inner dread,
and then I could
come out to join the living
ready to try again.
Maybe I would.
Fly little bird,
fly to places unheard.
Find your way
far, far, away.
I hope to see you again someday.
Fly, take a ticket and fly 
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