I d like to go to heaven

Dear, dear, beloved-I'm sorry!
 My soul had huge wings
 And she was able to accommodate you all
 And gently and gently Pat on the head
 Your soul could not contain me completely
 And gently and gently Pat on the head
 Your soul had its wings cut off
 And all she could do was walk next to mine
 Join hands
 
 I don't know who clipped your wings or when
 Or are they by the nature of your species and kind
 Like an ostrich: they don't let you fly,
 Feel your freedom and the boundless expanse of the sky
 And you have to spend your whole life betting on strong legs
 Who run on the ground: strengthen and develop muscles
 Football is a great way, by the way
 
 I'm sorry – I haven't had the stamina to exercise since I was a child
 And I can run fast and well only for short distances
 "I'd like to go to heaven! And into the open! And I love freedom! And joy!»
 
 as an illustration, used the work of & nbsp; Suzeva Natalia / I would in the sky