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I stand at my door and watch the birds
As they spread their wings and fly
Oh how wonderful my life would be
If I could fly so high
I'd peruse the vacant skyline
Before I take to flight
Feel the magic as the soft winds blow
As I rise up, to a soaring height
As I glide through the heavenly clouds
And gaze at the distant earth below
My freedom has never felt grander
And my soul has a peaceful, inner glow
Flying high across the valleys
The mountains, rivers and trees
Not concerned where my journey takes me
To have the freedom of “shooting the breeze”
In the distance I see a large building
It's where I'll take refuge for the night
Flying down I look for a landing
To rest my weary body, from its flight
In an instant my body jolts and I awaken
I sit up and my blood runs pale
Rubbing my eyes, I realise I've been dreaming
Oh dear God, I'm still locked up in jail!
I stand at my door and watch the birds
As they spread their wings and fly
Oh how wonderful my life would be
If I could fly so high
I'd peruse the vacant skyline
Before I take to flight
Feel the magic as the soft winds blow
As I rise up, to a soaring height
As I glide through the heavenly clouds
And gaze at the distant earth below
My freedom has never felt grander
And my soul has a peaceful, inner glow
Flying high across the valleys
The mountains, rivers and trees
Not concerned where my journey takes me
To have the freedom of “shooting the breeze”
In the distance I see a large building
It's where I'll take refuge for the night
Flying down I look for a landing
To rest my weary body, from its flight
In an instant my body jolts and I awaken
I sit up and my blood runs pale
Rubbing my eyes, I realise I've been dreaming
Oh dear God, I'm still locked up in jail!
This image depicts the wild woman and the apple tree. It is inspired by the character 'Aofie' in this year's production.
Some say Love is overrated. It has no relevance anymore I say. I know more than love unbound, I can make these prayerful sounds.
What filled my days before, I do not know. I have so much love within me, from inside my heart I glow.
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