From an early age I silently carried My burden of lead Attached to my wings As an omen of destiny Branded on my forehead And also on my soul…
I was so often Plucked of my feathers By those mortals Who refrained my attempts For a better life They have prevented My willful fly In the blue sky And my journey To the distant oceans To the distant shores…
But after every fall And plucking After every attempt Of the gravity of lead’s Pulling me down into ravines There was ascension There was slender And soaring of wings The will and the joy Of conquering New horizon And flying freely In the open skies As celebration For being strong For being alive …