| Birds in the air | |
| Will I keep on hoping for myself | |
| For many years I've been held inside this wishing well | |
| I can't see anymore I've tried to reason my life | |
| I can't feel anymore I find it hard to survive | |
| And God will I see the day I will be free | |
| I will be free | |
| If somebody hears | |
| Then I'm proud I've been a lucky one | |
| But sometimes I fear it's been a waste and the worst is yet to come | |
| I can't give anymore everything's been taken away | |
| And the ones I adore keep getting farther each day | |
| God let me believe the day I will be free | |
| I will be free | |
| Can you see me at all do you care to understand | |
| Can you hear me at all will you turn your eyes again | |
| God let me believe the day I will be free | |
| I will be free |