Why what?

When the rain falls,
I sit and think about how the bird calls.
Looking at the horizon i just stare,
I can vaguely remember walking there.

Taking everything in,
Listening to the bird sing.
The rain still pounding down,
Watching it form puddles throughout town.

Wanting to fly away,
But i have to stay.
Wanting to leave this place,
Be the bird and join the race.

What am i saying?
People are out there praying,
Hoping and wishing
Hanging on and living.

They fill our streets, but we walk on by.
Why?