Free As A Bird


We’re free to live and free to die,
We’re free to never even try.
But if we are so free from strife,
What part does purpose have in life?
A life so free may seem the best;

But better still is to be bound,
To learn to fly or hit the ground.
The bird, it has no choice to be,
A layabout, the bird you see,
Must fly or fall, to leave the nest.

And if it stays where it was born,
An open beak to eat a worm,
To never be pushed from its nest,
It’d surely die without that test.
So freedom comes with strings you see!

We must be bound, to be alive,
To live with purpose and to thrive.
We need a challenge every day,
That pushes us to fly and say,
“Give thanks to strife that we are free!”

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