Life is like a bird.

describes how life is like a bird

If you could describe life in any way,
then what would it be?
A fish swimming in the endless ocean,
or a monkey in a tree?
Life is like a bird for me,
the one that couldn't fly.
The sky that is above me,
Holds the rain, the tears, I can not cry.
I dream that someone will take me away from here
so I don't have to be alone,
Where I'm constantly running from fear
Somewhere I can belong.
One day I won't be a bird anymore
but a tree standing tall and strong
but for now,
I am a bird that can not fly,
a bird without a song.