I shall fly

Anchor not my feet
to the land
If I should fly
upon the morrow
from my bed
and out the window

I shall be prepared
I've packed my wears
I am not afraid
of the sky,
nor the clouds,
nor the moon,
nor the sun.

Freedom is mine
to choose-
shut not the window,
buid not a wall,
bury not my treasures-
give away them all!
Let those who
toil hardest
have a ball

fear shall not prevail
there is no choice
as no choice
I shall not fail
in this endeavour
Tommorrow will arrive
and I shall fly
Goodbye