Birds are born with no shackles, Then what fetters my fate? Blown away, the white petals Leave me trapped in the cage. The endless isolation Can't wear down my illusion. Someday, I'll make a dream unchained, Let my heart bravely spread the wings. Soaring past the night To trace the bright moonlight. Let the clouds heal me of the stings, Gently wipe this sorrow off my life. I dream. What is meant by "miracle," A word outside my days? Once again, repeat warbles. But how could I escape? No further hesitation On those unanswered questions. So now, I'll make a dream unchained. Let my heart bravely spread the wings. Soaring past the night To trace the bright moonlight. Let the clouds heal me of the stings, Gently wipe this sorrow off my life. I dream. Let my heart bravely spread the wings. Soaring past the night To trace the bright moonlight. Let the clouds heal me of the stings, Gently wipe this sorrow off my life. I dream. I dream.