'Stood with my kid on the lonely windswept beach. The winter sun was on the horizon. And we were both out of reach. She ran ahead of me looking for the next surprise. Our souls were wet yes Lord. From the incoming tide. She stopped and turned and looked at me. Lord tears in her eyes. It's only a dead bird. And its soul has gone to the sky yeah yeah. Don't you know he's free. Not like you and me. That bird is free. Not like you and me. I never ever thought you would be so out of reach. And the lonely times have been like poison child. I wish I could practise what I preach. Then I can release these feelings that I've been. Holding deep inside. I been missing you so much baby. We only hear there can be time. By then you will have forgotten. The little dead bird on the beach. But please don't forget your father child. Because he's out of reach. I got a dream baby. And my dream is. To be free. Freedom for you and me. I'm talking about freedom. Freedom for you and me. You hear my music in the wind. Hearbeat like the rolling tide. One thing you can be sure of my love. Wherever you go I'll hold your love inside. And I told her look baby. Even if he was living. And you could hold him in your hands. You'd still have to open up one of these days. And let that bird fly free. She stopped and turned and looked at me. Lord with tears in her eyes. It's only a dead bird and its soul has gone to the sky. Don't you know he's free. Freedom for you and me. I'm talking about freedom freedom. Freedom for you and me. To be free. It's all I need baby. It's all I dream about baby. To be free. (Burdon).