I know why I Sing

With Winds raging strong like sharp fangs, I bit my strings to unlock them, Lest I may fly beyond the Orange rays, Beyond the bars of my narrow cage. In the earth’s sky, Where greenery flourishes, And freedom nurtures, my wings long for the touch of dust , Long for the time where I can clean my beak in the crystal waters, Long for the flight with might !! But, alas I see the free bird leaps on every branch, And on every ripple of the stream and dares to claim “This is my sky”, “This is my sky” I with my wings clipped, And feet tied manages to sing to the distant hill, The song of freedom. The free bird thinks of another spring, I think of another day, where the lock is unlocked, My wings grown, And my feet untied, The cat nowhere to be seen. I fly not to claim, I claim, I can fly