The lark
Singing with the golden voice
Bringing in the morning light
Shinning hope
A happiness sounding true
But caged broken voices
Scream freedom
Through the east wind
The change blows in
The language of the lark
Where wind is like breath
A natural wisdom
Dipped in spiritual purity
Dreams of bright sun
Warm wings flutter
Filling the heart with light
The caged bird flies around
Watching
Injected with playfulness
Free from rational thought
Where the diet of logic
Is full of reason
But thirsty for the freedom of change
Disrupted spirit
As the winds turn to the west
And the cage breaks free
The lark now flies
Like the falling star wished upon
I love the film. It's one that my father took me to when I was a child (he was a huge Disney fan). I recently bought it for my collection. I'm not sure why it took me this long to do so, because I've always loved the idea of it. Childhood, innocence, imagination, believing in the "unseen."
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