Oh bird on the wing
How is it like flying?
Oh I am dying
Yes I am dying
In this cage
Just memories of early days
How I too use to fly
Ah I am crying
Oh why am I crying?
Memories are fading
Might I have forgot now
How to fly?
What is the meaning
Of this golden cage
And delicious food
This decoration & talk
In compare to your delight
Of soaring upon high skies
Born free, life in cage
Born to fly, born to be wild
Living crawling, living tame
No, not any longer
Would I bear this slavery
A life of puppet
A life of safety & security
Now I want to fly
Oh yes I will fly
I want to free myself
Now I won't grumble
Oh yes I won't cry for my fate
Oh yes myself I would make
Help me oh free bird
Heal me oh free bird
Won't you wait for a little while
Oh free bird
And free me as well
Of this golden chains
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