Impregnable walls
four-sided...

I have no wings
I cannot fly...

When I was just a girl of eight
Granpa sat me on his lap and said...

A little secret
is but a rose...

What if the world
were to crumble one day...

Friends are those
who bring you to spoon honey together...

Perhaps I could say
I love to dance...

This is a song of Freedom I sing
of the wonders it holds, of the joy it can bring...