Alone but free.
When I remember, my childhood years,
how fast it all disappears.
The laughter, comfort and the fun,
the place called home, I knew. . . is gone.
And when the time is passing by,
I spread my wings and learn to fly.
Fold my wings, at a place of choice,
far from those, which knew my voice.
I meet new people, and new things,
experience stuff, my new life brings.
Enjoy the feeling that I am free,
the higher I fly, the more I see.
But when the night is coming by,
alone I stay, with no reply.
That moment I feel jailed and num,
spread my wings. . . .no place to run.
Than I close my eyes and see,
a dream that once. . . set me free.