Just a thought
...Oh, I envy not the mountains, nor winds, nor rivers or springs,
I have not the grace of eagles or the speed of winds
The magic of flowers is alien to me, as is the wisdom of the hills,
Like stars, I can't twinkle to light up my path at night
I have not the strength of love, no purpose in sight
I have but a wish, a desire deep within
Dear Lord, if I can't sigh, teach me how to cry
And, like a bird if I can't fly, at least teach me to sing…


