I yell to the kings
On behalf of the people who lost their light
Please, don't clip our wings!
Please cut away our strings
Don't shade us from the light!
I yell to the kings
Let our voices ring
I want to be a woman of flight
Please, don't clip my wings
I am not one of your rings
That squeeze your fingers tight!
I yell to the kings
Even the poor children
Feel the oppression of so much might
Please, don't clip our wings!
In the midst of our cold and dark springs
Each young girl and boy will fight
I yell to the kings
Please, don't clip our wings