Borne within me—I can’t get rid off
They say to me—detach yourself
In church pulpit—speak of proud
I can’t detach—I love this world
They can’t detach—they love this world
I want to eat—what is in this world
Why do I live with such a pain?
For God is free—people in chain
All need to be free
As God is free
Birds escape from the cage
Never return—once they see a free world
Soaring, flying in blue sky
Never go back to a space so tiny
I hate my cage-it prisons me
My soul living in such a form and shape
She cannot soar, cannot fly—burdens herself with tiny world
It limits my world—to time and space at all
What a contradiction exists in one’s being
For my soul has no time and space
But my cage lives in both!
« return.