I wonder what this year has in store for me…?

If I Was a Bird, I Would Be Forever Flying

If I let the music flow through my veins,
I think it would take all of me with it.

If I let their words get a hold of me and never let go,
I would sputter and die and rot
Or bloom with their happy thought.

If I saw the world in all its beauty and glory for the first time,
I think I would cry out of happiness.