A Little Birdie Told Me

Spinning spirals beneath my wings

Freedom fly’s within these dreams

Urban tied to a way of life

Stuck myself with this deadly knife

Decay, rot, filth, the stench

How does any of this make sense?

A bird is meant for the world explore

Trapped wings clipped when I am meant to sore

Please look at me and listen to my song

I sing of trees, rivers, seas, this is where I belong

I am a bird born with wings, so you lock me in a cage?

Does that mean I am no longer a bird but your slave?

The expression as free as a bird

Where does this exist?

Freedom for all birds is what I wish