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Roots or Wings
Featherless bird I was born
Into this world of disgrace Earthy taste of scorn
I shout in Mother Nature’s face.
To this side of the Sea
By my Fate I was stranded
To have roots like a tree
By Mother I was commanded.
An ephemeral dream I had
That with restless wings I’d soar
Over Europe’s beautiful skies
The good Lord had allowed me to explore.
As a bird that was my being
These are not funny matters, curious things
To earth I want not to cling
I’d trade my soul for precious feathered wings.