On the days I emit regret and rage
On the days I feel trapped inside a cage
I think of the bird
That knows not math or speaks a word
It's knows not freedom, it is just free
The sky is not the limit
This bird has no contempt in it
It just flies
Below outer space , above the skies
Happy as can be
In love with the height beneath
Until the day it breaks its wing
For what is a bird if it cannot fly?
If I cannot help my loved ones, what am I?
