The bird is freed from its cage.
As a free spirit, it flies,
Roaming the high places,
Soaring with the trade winds.
With outspread wings, it glides,
Freedom at last, won’t you say?
Little bird, homesick, finds home,
And that which was loathed
Becomes that which is comfort.
It returns to the cage once more,
It returns home to its prison,
Where steel bars mean peace.
Little bird, a prisoner at peace.
