I dream of flying as high as I desire,
All the while reaching for freedom for freedom
your control douses my fire.
The tight grip of your hands inspire
this fear inside. It's very seldom
I'm allowed to fly as high as I desire.
I feel there is nothing out there for me to aspire
To, as long as you take my purpose and wisdom,
While your control douses my fire.
Hidden from you, I conspire,
Making a plan to take back my kingdom,
and to fly as high as I desire.
You resent my attempt to inquire,
seeking to keep me under your thumb.
Reassert your control that douses my fire.
But my soul needs to respire.
Every day I search for some
Small way to fly as high as I desire,
Escape, briefly, the control that douses my fire.