Feathers are clipped and claws are tied
Unable to fly, we cannot hide
Trapped in cages by the chains of pain
With despair, we cry in vain
My home, once a fruitful land
Now to darkness it feeds on demand
With dust and flame it sprouts the rage
Through shriveled soil it forms the cage
Gloomy clouds roll, announcing tempests of fury
Dark bolts blaze, yearning for strength to fly
Wild thunders roar, crying for courage to break free
Singing no more, we have lost our voices
Although unspeakable, I must make my choices
Lightning strikes and fortitude awakens
Trees shiver and cages shatter
Anguish turns to strength as I dash to the sky
Over clouds and under stars,
Away from the wicked, I soar afar
Peace, justice, freedom are all I seek
I chase the Sun, I race the Moon
With hope, I will not stop, I will not break
Then comes a new day,
A dash of red, a hint of blue
Birds of all kinds, so many hues
Rolling hills, white shores, a far green country
A new land, a new home, yet cage-free
Zephyr’s warm whisper, feel my joy —
I am a Free Bird
The Blue and White 