My wings were clipped,

I learnt to walk, run, crawl, swim and hop better.

I was locked in,

I learnt to sit still and be patient.

I was told I can’t sing,

I turned towards my painting and writing.

But, when the world turns around,

I jump off the cliff & spread out my clipped wings,

And I get drawn down…

When the world turns around,

I sing as I get drawn down – it doesn’t matter what they say,

The heart wants what it wants.