Happy and Free..

As the birds fly freely ahead,
I dream..
I dream of the day when I am free of all my worries.
My chains and shackles will be broken.
There would lay no doubt apon my head.

As the birds whistle there joyful song,
I listen..
I listen with pain and jealousy.
I too play a song,
but my song is full of sorrow, and shame.

They fly with such bounce and happiness.
How is it they are so happy, and free.
I wish that one day I could be like a bird.
Happy and Free..