I am a bird, born to fly,
But got no wings.
Trapped in a golden cage,
I'm appreciated by some unworthy kings.
Made to believe, that I had no wings,
I see other birds in the sky, and see how each of them sings.
My wings were chopped off, to conquer my freedom,
And I was made to live in a cage, which opens seldom.
But something inside, tells me,
That this ain't gonna be my destiny.
One day, I'll be free. Though I won't fly, but I'll run.
For this is my right, this is my freedom,
This freedom is my gift from the sun