I saw birds

flying high

in the sky.

 

I wanted to

join them but

I can't fly.

 

Sometimes I feel

low, and I

just want to cry.

 

My smile, for

you see it

is fake.

 

Cause my soul

it surely

does ache.

 

I look for

a glimpse of

peace, of hope.

 

Not yet, so

I must learn

how to cope.