He was born with the springtime, like a song carried by the wind, and in his veins, a restless fire with no fear of living. He dreamed with open wings, high beyond the sky he’d go, without a chain, without a boundary, his heart began to grow. Free, like the sun when it rises, free, like the sea when it dances, free, like the bird in the morning, I am free, and the world is calling. And you will never forget him, though his voice may fade away, he left the path of his freedom, for the world to walk someday. Free, like the sun when it rises, free, like the sea when it dances, free, like the bird in the morning, I am free, and the world is calling. He chose to live his dream, to fight, to love, to soar. And in his flight of freedom, he found what life is for. Free, like the sun when it rises, free, like the sea when it dances, free, like the bird in the morning, I am free, and the world is calling.
