The mind, they say, from freedom springs

Then why have only angels wings?

And why have birds the right to fly?

And am I consigned to die

Looking toward that blue, blue sky...

But, I guess, it’s not all bad.

I’ve no right to be so sad.

I have the earth, and so its kind

Which brings a little thought to mind...

Who let fate become so blind?

You know what? I wanna fly too.