𝗙𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗺..

There is freedom waiting for you,

On the breezes of the sky,

And you ask "What if I fall?"

Oh but my darling, What if you fly?

[ If I were a bird I would fly myself Free of this place.

I would go far past infinity Into the distance of forever And stay there for the rest of eternity.

The wind between my feathers, The sun firing up my back, Igniting my loosened soul.

I would break my chained restraints And forget all of my problems, Touching the clouds, as I went.

If I were a bird, I would use my wings and fly Just to know that freedom isn't a lie.]

Off..