Free Bird

Sore I sore through the crevices of each wind pocket I sore through the pollution of time I sore through the wind I sore through the wind Majestic I stretch my wings I Gaze down on what seems to be the world I look down I contemplate And I grin I grin a grin of gratitude I grin a grin of trust I grin a grin of assurance A grin a grin of safety I grin, a grin