There is a place i call my own,where i can stand by the sea.                                                                              

And look be yond the things i've known,and deam that i might be free.                                                             

Like the bird above the trees,gliding gently on 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 seiftly on it's way.

All too soon we're lost today.

i can not wait for skier of blue,

or dream so long that life is though.

So life's a song that i must sing,

a gift of love, i must share.

And when i see the joy it brings,

my spir its soar though 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 heat is flying free