The freedom bird descends to peerless heights, above the mountains ,across the mountains .Hovering above the unknown path, above the worldly rats, into space and charting for clouds rain unsorted, with static motion ,above the ocean ,in an easy glide ,defying time ,it feels its freedom supply and knows of its delight ,the feeling so right and hurried ,but graceful in a height, so space full ,would desire distinction grace perfection, a purge the freedom surge, urges the bird to fly ,not a thought but feeling true but for a moment ,for eternity to feel this feeling, an expression of love and heartfelt, delight and thankfulness .The tears rolled down ,not born of sorrow but came tonight, no care for destination, the beating heart with a message only for you, wind "whispers", confirming the feeling. Sun shines high above as it cheers on soar freedom bird ,soar feel it ,the sky is yours .Stretch little bird, stretch ,stretch those lovely wings, even the bother of time has paused his hand as it looks upon you with an infinite smile .Gone is the cage ,gone is the rage, on our confines. No matter what you heard again and again, someone trying to ease your pain, you knew ,so did your heart. All you ever felt was the freedom talked, consoled by many to accept the cage from which you could be admired, but for you, the feeling held true .With true freedom your heart desire, nothing could contain your feeling. In credo was your healing ,you could not be held for you knew too well, the desire that your heart desired .No golden cages, long story pages ,treasures of past ages, nothing ,nothing at all, outlet told heart cages. For once felt so deep, the feeling rages so steep ,to feel again, the time stop, the wonderful freedom about nothing can convince the heart as beats within and pounds ever louder to be free .