To Be Free

I sit and stare outside
And I think about this life of mine
I am no more than an animal
Men have stolen my pride

Wishing for a better day to come
I slowly drift to rest
I surrender softly to sleep
So that I may dream of home

When I wake I hear the birds’ symphony
Truly he knows freedom
As he sings it in perfect harmony
Will I ever know what It means to be free?

There is some hope I see
Along this broad horizon
Somewhere far down the road I know,
That one day I’ll too be free.