The little bird wanted to fly, but the sky was beyond the bars
The horse would’ve run among the hills, but electricity stopped him from going far
The tree dreamt of touching the clouds, but humans cut it down
The water wanted to be a joyful cascade, but was forever a dam in a town

The lion’s dream was to be the king of the savannah and not of the zoo
The words were hoping of building a song that meant something and was not untrue
The energy had the power to be so much more than a lamp
The letter’s destination was decided, with an address and a stamp

The smell from the food tried to spread, but was caught up in a fan
The dog had a muzzle over its mouth, ‘cause barking had now been a ban
The mirror wanted to show something else than the eternal smile of fake
The souls all have dreams but they are all roughly shaken awake

I wanted to travel, I wanted to run, I wanted to live my life
But I was locked up in future plans, with ties much stronger than a knife
I dreamt about flying and testing my wings, but yet I didn’t have time
I wanted to scream and shout all my thoughts, but I was forced to quietly rhyme

I am the bird, the lion, the horse, the water, the words and the tree
I am the dog, the mirror, the smell, the letter, well, I am the energy
Falling, Rising, Echoing Emptiness, Dreams, Oblivious Memories
The freedom is always far away, but the soul still believes