Lyric

The bird soars high, no chains in sight

Gliding through the endless sky, pure delight

But is it free, or does it just pretend?

A tether unseen, a flight without end

The wind that lifts, the clouds that drift

Are they blessings or a gentle grip?

Freedom framed by walls unseen

A fleeting dream, or what it means?

Oh, freedom, are you real or a lie?

A boundless flight or rules that apply?

Without the cage, would wings still ache?

Is it freedom, or just the choice to break?

The rivers flow, but they know their course

Guided gently by nature's force

The bird may climb, but it cannot stay

Chasing horizons that drift away

The sky's embrace, the stars' cold grace

Do they guide, or do they cage?

In every path, a trace of bounds

Freedom echoes, but how it sounds?

Oh, freedom, are you real or a lie?

A boundless flight or rules that apply?

Without the cage, would wings still ache?

Is it freedom, or just the choice to break?

Freedom's edge is sharp and thin

Defined by the walls that hold it in

Would we know its taste, its hue

Without the chains that shape its view?

Oh, freedom, are you real or a lie?

A boundless flight or rules that apply?

Without the cage, would wings still ache?

Is it freedom, or just the choice to break?

The bird flies on, the question stays

Is freedom born from the limits we face?

In endless skies or a heart confined

Freedom lives in the mind