Birds of a feather, with a birds eye view, br Can i have a map, dont know where im flying to. br Dont know where im going, just know its time to leave, br didnt know how to chew but i give what i recieve. br I fly where i please, and i plan as i go, br i spread my wings to fly yes I learn as i grow. br This poem may mean nothing but to me its everything, br cause i am only a bird in the morning hear me sing. br I fly to Phoenix Arizona, I fly south in the winter, br I was a beautiful creature when I looked in the mirror, br but for now Im just a random bird lost without guidence.