Free of the rules Free of its cage
Able to spread its wings
Able to let the imagination go . . .
Its route isn't planned Its dreams have not been stolen
Its song isn't drafted
Its words about to be written
Opening its beak to free the first note
Let the wind whip it away . . .
As it soars higher and higher
Viewing the gallery of clouds
Pinks . . . purples . . . . . . and oranges
All painted by the sun's delicate brush
Singing to the melody of the wind
It carries on its way
All its cares were left in its cage
Cares about time
Restrictions and rules
All locked behind bars
Now it is free
And can sing its own song
Dream its own dreams
Spread its wings across the universe
And let the imagination splash its colors across the world!
Creativity is a bird So you've got to let it fly!