Lucky bird inside a gilded cage
Golden words spoke by an ancient sage
Everything you may have in life,
Still all you hold is dust.
Must I yearn forever to be free?
Free to climb a tree and ponder-
Free to wander.
There s no desire I hold fonder
Than to be, simple me - to be free.
How ungrateful is this lucky bird?
Spurning privilege for one simple word.
Freedom to stretch these golden wings,
Freedom to touch the sky.
Why, some would ask what she wants to be.
Free to throw away a treasure,
Poor with pleasure,
I d sacrifice riches beyond measure.
Just a girl, with a boy.
What a perfect fantasy...
To find love, to feel joy.
To be really FREE.
