TO FLY

Locked in a cocoon, I want to fly high
The silver chains sometimes make me cry
I want everything good, happy and sound
Away from the wicked death’s hound.
Locked in a cocoon I want to fly free
Across the sky, flitting from tree to tree
I rather go hungry for a day or two
Then maintain the routine that others always do.
Locked in a cocoon, I want to fly high
Till the end, until the days of freedom die
I will take back the routine with a bowed head
Not a tear will I then ever shed.
Locked in a cocoon I want to fly free
Out in the world for a happy spree
But my feet are tied with a silver bow tie
Dreams are not true, they always lie.
To fly high, to fly free
Amidst the sky, that’s where I want to be
Please, I plead with you, Almighty High
Allow me to fly across the sky.