Through the glass windows,
Grilled bars; a vision at a distance.
High above in the sky,
Freedom has spread its wings to fly,
A speck in the vastness of blue;
Wild hearts mingled in harmony,
While a dove looks quizzically at me
Nods his head and flies away.
Grilled bars; a vision at a distance.
High above in the sky,
Freedom has spread its wings to fly,
A speck in the vastness of blue;
Wild hearts mingled in harmony,
While a dove looks quizzically at me
Nods his head and flies away.
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