I stand at my door and watch the birds

As they spread their wings and fly

Oh how wonderful my life would be

If I could fly so high

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I'd peruse the vacant skyline

Before I take to flight

Feel the magic as the soft winds blow

As I rise up, to a soaring height

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As I glide through the heavenly clouds

And gaze at the distant earth below

My freedom has never felt grander

And my soul has a peaceful, inner glow

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Flying high across the valleys

The mountains, rivers and trees

Not concerned where my journey takes me

To have the freedom of “shooting the breeze”

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In the distance I see a large building

It's where I'll take refuge for the night

Flying down I look for a landing

To rest my weary body, from its flight

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In an instant my body jolts and I awaken

I sit up and my blood runs pale

Rubbing my eyes, I realise I've been dreaming

Oh dear God, I'm still locked up in jail!