I feel like writing and so I must,
I will write this poem at any cost,
Be it from my final breath,
before the moment I'll kiss death,
I will utter these very words,
Oh my lonely little bird,
you're finally free to fly away,
now that I am old and grey,
my final breath shall give you life,
a life free of all strife,
so spread your wings and fly away,
and begin life in on a day.
that day my soul shall be free