“Birds of a feather flock together”
The old saying goes,
But I fly solo
Not knowing where my flock lies.
Is it true we all find our flock someday?
Keep myself busy doing things I love to do,
But still go on hoping for someone
Who can see me as I am and understand
The lines between the lines.
Flying solo and doing just fine
Just hoping to find some feathers
That will lead me home.