Birds Song

I watch the birds from my window and wonder how it is to be free..
I stand here in my window and try to understand and imagine what the birds songs are...
But I cannot because I are deaf..
It's my curse like many others have their's..
But still I feel like I are the only one that longs for the song of birds and the sound of the winds play with the leafes of blossoming trees...
I know I are selfish..
We all are it's human to be selfish...
If not selfish what are we?
This I ask myself as i stand watching the birds play....
Great wings...
Beautiful wings going in a rythm..
Like my heart..
I can feel it's vibrations and that I hold onto...
But now I feel it's vibration weaker and weaker...
I know I am dying and I know I will regret it..
Not of selfish reasons...
But of not being less selfish and looking at being deaf as an curse..
I should have thougth of it as an way of testing..
But it's to late for me..
As I discover this thing..
This truth I realise I have done wrong...
I have chosen wrong..
As I clutch at my heart trying to feel it's vibration..
It's no more...
Just pain...
As darkness come's for me I...I suddenly feel something I never have felt before...
I can..
I can hear the birds song...
As I die I die with an smile on my lips...
I have lead an selfish life but the creator tested me and I were granted mercy...
As the angles wings beat the steady rythm of what my heart used to do...
I am crying of happiness...

Written by Mybrokenwings