gentle, mellow, piano pop song about freedom, mind...
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Lyrics :
The caged bird sings of freedom
but stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream

The free bird thinks of another breeze
he roams as free as the wind
and fly on a current of air
soft through the sighing trees

I was a prisoner in my own treasure-house.
It was I, who forged this chain
I thought power would hold the world captive
Thus night and day I worked at the chain
and when the links were finally complete
I found that it had me in its grip

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever causes may be
For my unconquerable mind.
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my life.
So the menace of the years
shall find me, unafraid.

Of old sat freedom on the heights,
Her open eyes staring at the truth.
Turning to scorn with lips divine
The falsehood of all extremes

Liberty Tree, the fame of your fruits draws the people around,
But the dark mist of ignorance are uniting amain
They seek out our peaceable shore to cut down this guardian of ours;
So let the far and the near, all unite with a cheer,
In defence of our liberty tree

Cure for freedom's harms is freedom still.
A prison gets to be a friend
Out of itself it just pretends
Slaves who caught the strain
Should throb until they snapped theirs chains.

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