Once she was put under house arrest like a caged bird, her clipped wing could not flap. But song of freedom she sang Song of democracy she sang. Song of truth she sang. Song of courage she sang. Song of melancholy she never sang. Now she is a free flying bird. Her feet she can set any time, anywhere on this planet, as a welcoming guest. Song of freedom, truth, courage and democracy she still sings fearlessly, loudly and proudly so that she can bring to Burma prosperity.