As I walk along the sidewalk,
Morning's dew and beam,
Listen to the sounds of free birds,
They are free as I wish to be-
But wings are but a dream,
When I lay my head to sleep,
They sprout from my back
Wispy and blue
I fly away from my troubles,
Brand new.
But the other free birds
Don't like me in there sky
they caw and tweet
away my dream, so sweet,
Because with or without Wings,
I can't fly.