• If I could be a bird, I would,
    I’d fly so high and see the world,
    I’d fly so far away from here,
    And find a place of happiness.

    If I could be a cat, I would,
    I’d be so elegant and bliss,
    I’d also be a sly trickster,
    And roam around so casually.

    If I could be a rat, I would,
    I’d sneak around such small places,
    I’d see the world as something huge,
    And discover things I could not now.

    If I could be a horse, I would,
    I’d canter through the open fields,
    I’d find my herd and run with them,
    And live a life with my freedom.

    If I could be the snow, I would,
    I’d fall to earth so gracefully,
    I’d be so pure and white and cold,
    And melt away as easily.

    If only I could be another,
    Someone else, or something else,
    If only I were not myself,
    I wouldn’t be so disgraceful.

    But sadly this is not to be,
    As I am me, unchangeable,
    And fate is firmly sealed for me,
    So I will always be myself.

    I will not try to deny it,
    I hold no pride in that I am,
    This dreadful sullen child yet,
    Will dream forever, by itself.