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Trapped behind the iron, Iron cold bars, unable to see daylight, Nor the bright twinkling stars. What I wouldn't do, To have my own space. To run around crazily, To eat at my own pace.
I'm going on a road trip. The windows are down. My hand rides the air. My hair flies around. My smile is on. It's not going to budge. I turn on the radio. When my friend gives a nudge.
Caged. Trapped behind a window I stare at the sky. Wishing I was like a bird just stretch my wings and fly. Up above the chimney pots and old telegraph wire.
Ondine speaking out about Erutàron/his choices etc. to her father, Cypreas she is in a hatred.
Up high in the sky I soar like an eagle. Up above the clouds without a care in the world. Here I am free my own kind of person. With no one to point out what I've done wrong.
The way you canter, Across Spanish land. So gracefully strong, Standing proud and grand. Your mane in the wind, Your tail behind. Not trapped by these fences, Owned by mankind.
It's that great time of year, When my work is all done. The freedom I've longed for Has finally come. What shall I do now. Where should I start. This freedom both scares me And brightens my heart.
I can't help,. But be struck,. It's too beautiful, It's unreal,. Surely not,. Perhaps because it's hot,. A beautiful world,. I am truly in awe,. But simple things - grass and trees,.
Early one morning a raven took wing, Up up he rose on the winds of spring, Far up above all the clamour and din, Around the blue skies he did tumble and spin.
As I've stated before in one of my rhymes. Wearing a mask is one of my crimes. But while this weather warms up and I get too hot. Taking this mask off to cool down's the only option I've got.
Mustn't it feel so free to fly. To feel the cool breeze blowing onto your face. To see the world from a different view. To hear the sounds of the ever changing winds.
I wish I could fly. It seems impossible. No matter how hard I try. Sometimes I dream. I could glide in the sky. No worries in the world. Nothing, live free or die. Sing a song on my way. Flying north.
If I got a little boat And sailed away to sea Would you just forget the world And sail along with me. Would you leave your life behind To cruise the oceans blue.
I get out slowly to not disturb your sleep, My clothes on the floor in a crumpled heap. I remember back to last night, When we held each other tight.
To be able to fly through the clouds. Soaring high above the ground. Looking down on the magnificent. World beneath your wings. The whistling wind rushes by. Yet only a serene hush can be heard.
I absolutely love riding my bike. It's the closet to flying I'll ever get. Riding down country roads. Enjoying the sounds of birds and swaying grass. I wouldn't trade it for anything.
Windy day, so without a word. I leapt and flew just like a bird. Over rooftops, fields and hills. An ultimately joyous thrill. Bank to left and then to right. Up on high, fantastic flight.
When you look right up at the stars at night You will see me reflected in their shine, For I am a feral piece of the world And what you see is all mine.
Explanation: in one episode of the cartoon series As Told By Ginger, there is a poem that she recites for her class. I saw this episode so many years ago, but I think about the poem almost daily.
Fly in your dreams, fly when awake; soar the heavens as far and wide you can, and bathe in the freedom of the air. Let the sun and moon grace your flight.