There are somethings that i choose
There are somethings that i lose
There are somethings that i fear
There are somethings that i bear
None of them makes me strong
None of them makes me wrong

There is a fire that can burn my soul
There are moments than can make my tears in sorrow roll
There are desires that drawn me to you
Existence makes the love grows loud
Silence makes the life knows no bound

Like a bird who loves freedom
There are dreams that grows with season
But when captured fill its heart with rage
The boundaries now come down to a narrow cage
Wings are clipped and the feets are tied
The feeling of freedom loses its pride