Birds fly by my window
And I sit here all alone.
Birds fly, they have freedom,
But I don't know when I'll go
To my family, to my friends,
To the ones that never left,
To my roses, to my ants,
To the garden that is now dead.
Birds fly by my window
And I sit here all alone.
Birds fly, they have freedom,
But I don't know when I'll go
To my family, to my friends,
To the ones that never left,
To my roses, to my ants,
To the garden that is now dead.
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Nicely said, Mel. I do hope you soon will be able to go anywhere your heart desires.
Let's hope for the best! 🙂
I'd like to say that it won't always be like this.. there's hope.. believe that sweetheart 🌹
Thank you for the sweet words!
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