Instead of Wings
If I could be a sparrow
And flit on dainty wings,
I'd fly above the lives of men
And strife, and wars, and things.
Instead of staring through my door
At where it snows, and sleets, and rains,
I'd fly o'er dark'ning clouds and
Soar where e'er my spirit deigns.
Then when I tired, I'd fly to Earth
To sleep amongst green trees,
And when I woke, I'd fly again
O'er forests, fields, and seas.
But wishing for that other life
Can only bring us sorrow,
And so we humans here on Earth
Must keep on walking towards tomorrow.
And though we cannot fly
To where the sun gilds cotton clouds,
We can change the way we live,
Cast off our gloomy shrouds.
For being free does not depend
On having wings or flight.
Let's put on hiking boots instead...
We'll reach much greater heights.