here is another one of  my peices shorter than my last one

Freedom wings

I stare outside the window pane and their I see the signal fallen leave

Above I see the weathered tree open the speckled branch a moss of green

The birds they sit from end to end and call up to their other friends

I wish it could be me

Be flying round up so high

My feet will glide right through the sky and I am free

From the weights below

Down their life’s so unfair

Put in groups the tempuras flare

You feel you don’t belong

And when you’re their it’s wrong

I wish I’d be free

Soar through the sky not be afraid to walk alone

If I had wings all of the things I could do could make life a song

I’d never be wrong

Without the weights below

I stare at the birds read their lips try to make out the words and all I hear is you’re not alone

Others long to be free from the out cast

To separate you must stand alone

Away what you believe

Those are the wings that make you free

remeber to comment and give me ideas