Through the clouds the sun starts to gleam, is this reality or is this a dream,
Alone no more and content at last my life before i must leave in the past,
The wonders around me so fresh and so new when i was caged i had not this view,
My roar is of strenth and to others i send, for this is the land that i will defend.
Then it happens my world starts to fade, behind the bars that man has made,
My pain and my sadness can they not see for i have a dream, a dream to be FREE.

By Bridget brenda sanders x