'Sour above the clouds, get lost for a while. You'll be save up here with us, child o the air.' sang a voice in my head making my blood sing with excitement. My wings stretching, rising towards the sun, making my inky-black feathers shine blue in the morning light.
'Up here,' the voice sang in a musical tone as I fell back in a backwards loop, 'child of the air, you equal. Up here, you are free to stretch your wings without fear.'
I laughed with happy tears in my eyes, up here the doves could never harm us. Up here, we he crows are free!
I lifted my voice to the chorus, joining the joyful song, melding my voice with my people's
We lifted our voices, singing our once silenced song. Our songs of freedom, filled the sky we shall never let them silence us forever more.
The children of the air are finally freed!
