Free as a bird that soars so high
Your spirit longs to fly.
Yet kept locked in its prison there,
It doesn’t get to try.

How sad that you should think you’re stuck –
Nowhere that you can go.
When, in truth, your spirit’s free
The universe to know.

Don’t think your spirit’s trapped inside.
A prisoner it’s not.
For spirit’s everywhere at once,
Such freedom has it got.

Your spirit travels best at night,
By thought so unencumbered.
But you can know the spirit now,
Not just in times you slumbered.

So let it soar; just cast it free
And let your soul fly high.
Then greater will you feel the love
That comes from those nearby.

For in your shell you cut off love.
A wall do you erect.
And shutting off your energy
True feeling you reject.

Behold the power of the soul.
It passes through all things.
You only have to know it’s there
To sense the love it brings.

Knock down the walls that cut you off,
That keep you so divided.
And sense the part of you that’s love –
This gift your God provided.