Have you ever wondered,

What it would be like,

To be a bird?

To fly free everywhere,

All over the world?

To look down, see everything,

So very far, far away.

Then to fly even further,

Way up into the clouds.

My, my, my.

What a wonderful, glorious,

Feeling of freedom,

Of weightlessness of spirit.

The soaring of the inner soul.

To fly just like a bird,

Unleashing all inhibitions.

Then to come back home.