Freedom's Lark
 
 She's free, she said.
 She's free as a lark, she cried.
 Be careful, I said.
 Be careful and know that I love you.

 She can fly, she said.
 She's in love and alive, she cried.
 But even the birds must learn to fly, I said, 
 and how can one learn to fly
      when one has never had wings?