I was a young boy, I
That Birds of Freedom flew in my soul.
I'd call on them daily, and with me they'd play,
And all 'round the world, I'd travel their way.
And as I grew older, I
learned how to make,
The Birds of Freedom help me escape.
But now they've stilled the birds,
With all their rules,
And with all their words.
Bending my life and making me stay,
All the Birds of Freedom went away...
I'm up with the
And with the