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.