Fly Away

I've never seen a bird

cry of heartbreak or desolation of soul.

I've never seen a bird

be consumed with desperation

or die from the weight of the world's cold.

I've never seen a bird of the sky

be punished by love; hurt deeply, or used..

So I guess I'm confused.

If the Lord takes away all their pressure and fear,

Then why should I feel like

I don't belong here?

Why is my incapacitated spirit

damaged with bruises

And God does not hear it?

The birds fly freely

with no fears of tomorrow

while I lay here; depleted

yet filled up with sorrow?

I have no ambitions

no reasons to be

God, please make me a bird

So I can fly up to thee.