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I grow so ever weary of this place
What I really need is a change of pace
For something new, exciting to occur
Although exactly what I'm not too sure

That I see the same people everyday
They never have anything new to say
The days continue to run in routine
A monotonous, tireless machine

Those that have kind, gentle thoughts of the world
And hold it's beauty with that of a pearl
I hope those feelings never ever fade
As for me my thoughts of it were betrayed

I find so little joy in anything
Oh that I could be a bird that has wings
They are free and not bound here to the ground
Where us, the less fortunate can be found

However I can not depart the earth
Or leave it's dusty grounds for all their worth
And soar through the vast and beautiful sky
Unlike the bird with wings, I cannot fly

I shall never experience the sky
For in my lonely heart, I cannot fly

May 2005