Finding Love

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Finding Love

Part 1 I'm trying to get to heaven - but all I do is fall I wonder how the bluebirds - even get there at all I stretch out my arms, for I am Heaven Bound But all I seem to do, is hit the hard Ground I brush my self off – and prepare once more Only to end up – back on the floor Part 2 So I ask the bluebird, I ask him why. "Why can I not, fly to the sky?" He looks at his mate, turns, and smiles Then flies off, to soar for miles And there I lay, on the ground so cold For there are no hands, for me to hold, There are no arms, to hold me tight, And no words, to make things right.