I am a sparrow that flies by night
Because you said that my form is too shameful
to be seen in the light.
I am caught in the snare of the fowler by day,
trapped in a golden cage, for the sake of the Judge above.
But tell me, do I need to be ashamed of my fiery spirit
and the waters of eternity flowing through my soul?
Do I need to bow my head down and curse myself
again and again, in remorseful repentance
for simply being who I am?
I am a wild creature, a free bird that dares to dream
of wondrous things beyond the sky