A longing for freedom
From birds in the morn,
A song I hear
At 3 before dawn.
Their cries follow me
In all places I roam,
A longing for freedom
And a permanent home.
A longing for freedom
From birds in the morn,
A song I hear
At 3 before dawn.
Their cries follow me
In all places I roam,
A longing for freedom
And a permanent home.