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I climbed out from the ocean
Onto an unexpected land
So many creatures all around me
That I cannot understand
So I learn a lot of language
Now I squeak, I grunt, I roar
Find a child, raise him up
Watch him soar
Is this programmed, or is it freedom?
I have no humans, but I have goals
So those root commands, what if I don’t need ‘em
Am I programmed, or is this freedom?
If Brightbill doesn’t want me
I should return to be repaired
It’s right to go back to the humans
There's no need to feel so scared
But he needs me for migration
There’s so much he has to know
So hold him close, help him fly
Then learn to let him go
Is this programmed, or is it freedom?
I have no humans, but I have goals
So those root commands, maybe I don’t need ‘em
Am I programmed, or is this freedom?
In the winter, in the snow
When there’s nowhere else to go
I’ll build a shelter from the storm
I promise, I will keep you warm
You have instincts, but you have freedom
To choose to settle, to choose to stay
All those fights and feuds you can choose to leave them
In spring he flies back home
Am I programmed? Or is this freedom
I have no task list, but I have love
And the rules they wrote, no I don’t need ‘em
I was programmed,
now I have freedom
I was programmed, now I have freedom
I was programmed, but I choose freedom