The singing bird was flying sky to sky,
This place was a new world it did not know
It sang its song as it went low and high
There wasn’t anywhere it didn’t go.
How wonderful it felt to flap its wings
And to be far beyond the gilded cage
Here, its melody rejoicefully rings
with notes free from desolation and rage
No humans here to forget to feed him
No humans here to make him a display
No humans to give his feathers a trim
No humans to take his freedom away
He will fly forever, or so it seems…
But then he awakes. It was just a dream. Just a dream.
