As a kid…
I wanted to make dead birds fly
I wanted my mother not to cry
I wanted my father not to swear
I wanted the world around me to care

I wished my brother would be all right
I wished my parents didn’t fight
I wished there were someone who saw
Above the happiness, there were flaws

I wanted a cake for my birthday
And many presents, but that I didn’t say
I wanted a big fancy doll
Or at least a little one, that’s all

But most I wanted everyone to smile
Escape the adult world for a while
I wished I didn’t have to cry
Though
I learned, dead birds will never fly