To Be Free
Alan Menken
Lucky bird inside a guilded cage
Golden words spoke by an ancient sage
Everything you may have in life
Still, all you hold is dust
Must I yearn forever to be free?
Free to climb a tree and ponder
Free to wander
There's no desire I hold fonder
Than to be, simply me, to be free
How ungrateful is this lucky bird
Spurning privlege for one simple word
Freedom to stretch these golden wings
Freedom to touch the sky
Why one would ask would she want to be
Free to throw away a treasure
Born with pleasure
I'd sacrifice riches beyond measure
Just a girl, with a boy
What a perfect fantasy
To find love, to feel joy
To be really free