birds_of_freedom

When I was a young boy, I was told,
That Birds of Freedom flew in my soul.
I'd call on them daily, and with me they'd play,
And all 'round the world, I'd travel their way.

And as I grew older, I learned how to make,
The Birds of Freedom help me escape.

But now they've stilled the birds,
With all their rules,
And with all their words.
Bending my life and making me stay,
All the Birds of Freedom went away...

I entered their schools
Where fantasies die,
And hid all my birds
beneath some white lies.
They lay, long forgotten,
And sadly I guessed,
That the Birds of Freedom
forever would rest.

But now they've stilled the birds,
With all their rules,
And with all their words.
Bending my life and making me stay,
All the Birds of Freedom went away...

Now I'm up with the world
And work nine to five;
Bored with the struggling,
Just barely alive;
Yet, still in my mind,
I search for the key,
To unlock the freedoms
That used to be me.

For though they've stilled the birds,
With all their rules,
And with all their words.
I keep on hoping
I'll free them someday,

And with the Birds of Freedom
go away--
And with the Birds of Freedom
fly away--
And with my Birds of Freedom,
I'll go away...

(***author's note: This song was sung by my friend, Tom Lehner. I love his plaintiff voice in this piece.***)

"Birds of Freedom"

Brian R. Baer