I don’t think God will mind
If I write that I wish I were born a bird.
How simple life would be.
It might sound too absurd.
Because this is who I chose to be.
I must remember this
When times get really tough to bear.
I should not be remiss
To count my many blessings
Can a bird sing like Axl Rose?
Can anyone oppose?
If I strike a victorious pose?