There is a place I call my own, where I can stand by the sea.
And look beyond the things I've known, and dreams that I might be free.
Like the bird above the trees gliding gently ont the breeze.
I wish that all my life I'd be without a care, and flying free!
But life is not a distant sky without a cloud, without rain.
And I can never hope that I can travel on without pain.
Time goes swiftly on its way.
All too soon we've lost today.
I cannot wait for skies of blu or dream so long that life is through.
So life's a song that I must sing, a giftof love I must share.
And when see the joy it bringhs, my spirits soar through the air.
Like that bird up in the sky, life has taught me how to fly.
For now I know what I can be and now my heart is flying free.
～Flying Free／Don Besig