Chirp,
Chirp,
The Will of the Wind calls my name,
Shall I listen,
Shall I answer,
Shall I go to.
The Will of The Wild calls to me,
Shall I fly out to greet the wildness in me,
Shall I stay so called civilized,
Shall I listen and dance to the wind.
The Will of the Rich beckons to me,
Shall I gracefully sweep to its feet,
Shall I run to the wild,
Shall I fly to the wind.
I shall not,
I shall be me,
Till me is no more.