I have got wings to fly but I know there are vultures and eagles up there who are waiting to take me for their prey as I glide.

I will have to control my flight and to remain out of sight.

 I am determined to reach my goal but if I reach too near to the sun, my wings would burn,

 My flight curtailed and I might end up in the hunter's gaol.

To be free is what I need  but limitless freedom is not what I seek.
 

I rebelled finally and ran away...

I want to become something and not remain a doormat any way...

I miss my family but that price I am willing to pay...

I have got wings to fly and I intend to soar high some day...