To Be Able To Fly ~^~
By Danni468
I often sit and wonder how my life would be If my actions were different, would I still be free You never really realize the pathways that you take And just how much simple chances put your happiness at stake If you could change just one thing, what good would it do Would your life be happier, would you, well, be you A lesson learnt always seems to come with so much pain Yet clouds dont always bring the pouring rain Love, what sort of game is it that we play And howcome we as people, cant seem to stay away And I believe through everything, love is well, quite sad It tears you up inside, and leave a taste so bad Love seems to cure even the faintest of hearts Yet so many heartaches come and people fall apart If love is for the birds, flying way up high And if many people fly like birds, why, oh why cant I Written January 16th, 2002 © on Jan 15 2002 11:33 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"I often sit and wonder how my life would be..."