Freedom

Lighthearted singing is carried through the air

It's the birds cheerfully chanting their words without a care

Up and down - down and up

Tiny little creatures making their way above our heads

Wherever the wind might blow

Wherever the birds may go

They are free to fly as high as their tiny wings allow

They are free to fly as far as their gentle wings allow

Sometimes I'd like to join them

Up in the trees and skies

I'd surely leave with them birds

Leaving that mess of my life behind