Freedom

A free bird flying high,

It's Wings open wide, 

In the beautiful blue sky,

To the higher side.

A lion in the forest,

As a king who protects,

The jungle's nest,

And receives everyone's respect.

But the bird is thrown into a cage,

Its wings were cut off brutally,

To be a bookmark of a fancy page,

Now it's living its life gloomily.

The Lion trapped in a net,

The Crown of the Jungle broken,

To just be another fluffy carpet,

From you, what have they taken.

A jolly child running in the garden,

He is the reflection of the sun,

The others force him to harden,

He just once again wants to run.

But now he is a "grown up",

So, it's quite wrong for him to play,

And climb the tree up,

So, in what way is this a good day?

But one who hasn't changed,

Because he believes that nature is great,

He is the one who explained,

My father is freedom's greatest mate.

Because Freedom is within you, not others,

You have a bold soul, not feathers.