A Free Bird

A free bird, I hear her singing,
songs of happiness and freedom.
She knows nothing of what is binding,
no kings nor queens nor fiefdom.
She knows the joy of just flying,
soaring into the deep blue sky.
Fluttering her wings, energy undying
her spirit flows high and high.
Towards the sun her soul soars,
searching for the divine.
In hope her innocent pride roars,
longing for them to interwine.

A free bird once, I hear her singing,
songs of sadness and slavery.
Caged in iron grill,her spirit dying,
held captive by those unsavoury.
Her flight of freedom was an eyesore,
so her wings were clipped.
Bound by strings she could move no more,
and in despair her soul dipped.
Her songs lost the beauty, the grace,
shorten did they her sojourn.
No more beautiful but an ugly disgrace,
left alone but herself to mourn.