Ordinary Girl Who Used To Sing Like A Bird

Ordinary Girl Who Used To Sing Like A Bird






She was an ordinary girl who used to sing like a bird
She had a magical voice that attracts everything alive
No matter what keeps going, singing was something that make her feel alive.


Life kept changing her pace, singing was something that still remained in that phase
She was an ordinary girl who used to sing like a bird.





Her eyes were deep like a valley
The place where she hides her misery, that used to flow like a river through her eyes
Those tides used to give her the music, so she could keep her singing alive
She was an ordinary girl who used to sing like a bird.





One day she couldn't find her lyrics, they were lost somewhere like hope for her
She kept going to find them, that day no one could find her
Some can still hear her sing, with no appearance of her to be seen
She was an ordinary girl who used to sing like a bird.

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