Dark clouds and whispering angels,
This is what I see,
As every night, I sleep tight,
Just to be free.
The white mountains and blue skies
Fall to their knee,
As every night, I sleep tight ,
Just to be free.
The sun goes down ,the moon doesn’t rise,
Things you may never see,
As every night, I sleep tight,
Just to be free.
But now, as I sleep, I start to believe,
This, forever will not be.
That one day I shall break all chains
And fly over the sea.
The cool winds whisper in my ear,
Songs of love to thee,
As this night, I sleep tight ,
Knowing I will be free.
The bright sun and white stars
Are, but pearls to me.
As this night, I sleep tight,
Knowing I will be free.
The sound of water , the scent of the mud,
Oh! I cannot believe,
As this night, I sleep tight,
Knowing I will be free.
The light shall rise, and drops shall pour,
Giving me a day to live once more.
Because as I rise with the rise of the sun,
I know I’m slave to none.
Written when I saw a few children begging in the bus stand in "Majestic", Bangalore
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