Oh how I miss to be free.
My heart yearns for the chains to be broken.
I am a child of the wind...
I go where my feet take me so just let me be.
So foolish of me to do such a thing.
To give such a question knowing of the answer...
When I break this chain I will dash into the warm night and sing!
Ah the feeling I miss so much to be free.
Why did I close my eyes?
Better yet, why did I open them to see?