Freestyle song...a limerick-to-be

There was a child who grew up wild
With his voice free from any key;
His parents told him, Be happy
But mind the doors they'd slam at you,
As you are singing much too right;
You've got a tone that's much too bright .

There was a windy night, one day.
The howling crowd,a brand new road...

Before he really could agree, 
The skies and cries told him to flee.
(His parents never ever thought
That they should be asked ...or not.)

Now there was he, a real beauty,
A new kingdom, a new palace...
(His parents never really knew
When he brake free and he broke through.)

He lived his life not like he ought to,
told his friends and many a foe...

But when he came back to his mind,
His home, his dad and their own place, 
His songs were bright, his tone was right,
And they were happy even after.