The flight of a bird...

It hurts like a bird.,
which flies with a damaged wing,
flies with the hope that the sea will end,
and will be good as before.

It seemed the life of her freedom,
look from a height at the landscape,
and sometimes we need to be careful.,
your love and heart to care.

To then as the birds not fly,
not knowing when the pain will go away,
which in cell engulfed painful,
a small wing of injuring their own.

So as not to wait for years,
when the burning pain of the soul will pass,
and not to obey thoughts in vain,
freeing my heart and yours.