A little bird sings in her nest
Dreaming to fly over this world
Dreaming to see the green grasslands
The Burning deserts and the icelands cold
For today she begins the life’s quest

The north everyone says, where the end lays
Elders devise the plans to keep the troubles away
Leaders stay ahead form the pattern they say
Follow rules, be efficient don’t you astray

Don’t try, don’t fly too high little bird
You’ll get tired, strong winds will take you away
This world is scary you’ll be someone’s prey

Why north, what’s north, have you seen it
I wish to fly high on these winds of freedom
Stare at the rising red sun over the mighty dark clouds
I may fall, land low, lower in everyone’s eyes.
What is this journey if you can’t even see what’s below