I am like a chick in His shell
Crackling to come out

Hasting to see the world
I am tired of being in here!

So with my beak
I begin the journey to freedom

One
Two
Three

Then I smell the air of freedom
Then I take a deep breath
And I loved it!

Like a chick in His shell
I frantically begin
Unaided, I become more vigorous

I want out of this shell
I cry aloud
I moan and groan
And shout and cry
And throw...