How many stars can be wished on,
before they all have been used?
How many dreams must be whispered,
before to my heart they are fused?
How many times must I soar in my mind,
until I at last can take flight?
How many books shall I read,
by the glow of full moons and starlight?
Don't live life in a cage, away from wonder,
though safe you may be from lightning and thunder.
Don't live life in a cage, without story or song,
a prisoner's world isn't where you belong.
I beg of you now to take the key,
freeing your spirits and setting you free.