Soaring through the empty sky
Wondering what to do and why
People dream of having wings
Imagining that the sky sings
But I am bored of flying about
I wish I could talk or even shout
People seem so jealous of me
But I am the leading cause of disease
You are a predator and I am prey
I fear for my life every day
Whether shot for food or sport
Bullets seem to never aim short
So next time you look up and wish you were me
Know that looking at you is where I want to be
