A girl sat on a garden bench and she looked up at the sky
She saw birds flapping its wings beautifully, and whistling, makes it sound like a lullaby
And then she closed her eyes just for a moment to relish the spirit deeper, deeper, and deeper
She feel free like she had wings, she twirl them and now look down from above
She doesn't realize that she's never liked flying before
And that she's afraid of heights
She saw it all from above, all the blurry lines that covered up human mind
It kept them separated from others
How pity, when the children vision's sometimes better then the an adult
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