Why Can’t I Be
I am tired of all the fears,
That haunted me all the years.
The meadow outside is quiet and peaceful,
The wind is fresh and soft
But my fears are stagnant and fierce.
Why I can’t be carefree,
Leaving all frustrations behind ?
Why I can’t be like the trees,
Or the birds in the fields ?
Alas ! the fears refuse to leave !
Smethwick , Birmingham