The free bird Leaps on the back of the wind That flows down stream 'Til the currents end Dips his wings in the orange sun-rays And dares to claim the sky A bird that stalks Down his narrow cage Can seldom see through his bars of rage His wings are clipped And his feet are tied He opens his throat to sing A man that sings with fearful trill Of the things unknown Longed for still His tune is heard On the distant hill Caged bird Sings of freedom The frame of things from another breeze Winds fading softly through the sighing trees This man stands on a grave of dreams His shadow shouts from his nightmare Screaming, his wings are clipped, his feet are tied Consumed by error Trapped 'til the end Awakes to reality When he sings Of Being set free Freedom Running Trying to escape From his end He is restrained There's no escape from this world When he tries He is restrained This wasteland is desolate