Flying high,
In the sky.
Don't fall down,
For I might die.
I love the sound
That freedom rings,
But I have no clue
What life does bring.

Soaring fast,
Hoping it will last.
The wind blows in my face,
Like a long single lace.
The smell of the flowers,
The green of the grass.
I do not fly in the future
Nor in the past.

No fence blocks me in,
No pole in my way.
Not even the birds,
Stop to say hey.
The felling of freedom
Does not sting the skin.
For it fills me with happiness,
From down within.

Flying high,
In the sky.
Soaring fast,
Hoping it will last.
I love the sound
That freedom rings,
But I have no clue
What life does bring.