"Wait a minute!" said the silver bird
"Why am I in a cage?
Do I not have the right to fly?
To spread my wings and soar the sky?
To not be able makes me cry
It really is outrageous!"
The prisoner is waking up
He dreamed he touched the stars
A tear is running down his face
He tries to bide his time with grace
But fades away inside this place
Hands clenched around the bars
Free speech, liberty
Are we ready, mentally?
Do we still remember what it means to be free?
What it means to be free?
What it means
In the backroom sits a boy
With bruises on his arms
He thinks about running away
To find a better place to stay
And live to see another day
Without the family's charms
The endless line of fugitives
Comes to a sudden hold
Stopped by a wall, a wall so high
There's no way through, they sigh and cry
Their pleading eyes are asking why
They cannot reach their goal
Human rights, dignity
Building walls so easily
How did we forget our right to be free?
Our right to be free?
Our right
The prisoner is waking up
He looks up to the sky
And sees a silver-coloured bird
Freedom and hope are flying by
The sweetest song that's ever sung
Brings the boy to tears
A silver bird creates that sound
And takes away his fears
The fugitives are moving on
They won't give up their fight
Above them all, showing the way
A silver bird shines bright
Free speech, liberty
Are we ready, mentally?
Do we still remember what it means to be free?
What it means to be free?
What it means...to be free