The Birds

The Birds

By Mya K.Brew

I fly like the eagle and sing like the robin

I hustle like the pigeon and keep my head bobbin

Do the birds like they way they are?

Or do they look for a new soul searching near and far

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I think about this often, quit frankly everyday

I become the birds and try to learn there ways

I sing through all weather, pain, and sorrow

I’ll sing about the new day, I’ll sing about tomorrow

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I scare like the crow and fish like the seagull

I will make a change for the word, and until that is done expect an earful

I promise not hurt my great home land

You’ll no longer have to worry about where you stand

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I fly like the eagle and sing like the robin

I hustle like the pigeon and keep my head bobbin

Do the birds like they way they are?

Or do they look for a new soul searching near and far