Birds are born to be free,
Not to held in a cage even for a wee.
Crime is it to held them
Not like a soulless gem…
Birds are born to be free,
Not to held in a cage even for a wee.
You may cry,
You may cry…
But holding them is a crime,
You will see it in time…
Flowers are beautiful…
Yet you pick them…
Flowers are beautiful…
Yet you kill them…
Let them fly free…
Let them live free…
Love them,
But you have to let go every one of them…
