The Wings of Freedom 
Walking through the gardens, smelling the flowers, laying in the grass, 
All these simple things, each a blessing 
For freedom does not come lightly 
 
But when it does come, 
The sweet pleasure of saying no,  
The happiness in making decisions,  
Can make anyone feel delighted 
Feeling free as a bird, soaring through the air, charting my own possibilities 
I have a choice 
I have a right 
I have freedom 
 
My will was trapped in a cage, but now it flies free 
Singing about my freedom, it is in my blood 
All the little things 
All the big decisions 
I have a choice 
I have a right 
I have freedom