Wings

If I had the wings of a bird,

I’d fly to you.

 

Unrestricted,

Through the atmosphere,

The only limit, the stratosphere.

I can fly here, here and here,

Without fear.
 

Flying over international borders,

Defying the orders

of men.

Over the narrow Channel,

From Berlin to Tallin,

Swooping over continents,

Baking deserts.

 

Over mountains,

From Jerusalem to Bethlehem,

Over concrete barriers,

Without walls,

This earth just one great ball.
 

I could make my Home anywhere,

Anywhere, anywhere

Passports of any colour irrelevant,

Visas irrelevant,

Right of abode,

Right of return,

Permanent.

 
Travel free as free could ever be.

If I had the wings of a bird,

I’d fly to you,

Wherever you may be.

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