Free,
it rises high this lonely bird in the sky,
for with its view of you and I,
fixed upon the Earth,
I wonder do you little bird,
when you survey the land,
wonder what of our human worth,
and I wonder are you just happy to be you,
and we,
we us humans we want to conquer the world,
but in simplicity,
you just want to be able to house,
and feed yourself and your family,
while we the human race,
we plunder everything,
and ravage the Earth,
for it is owned by us and it is mostly no longer free,
and most things have a value these days,
but I am sure that you little bird,
you little bird,
you are much happier,
not weighed down with materialism,
and flying high in the sky so free.