The bird wanted to be free
From the cage he was stuck in.
The bird wanted to be free
To sing his song to friends.
The bird wanted to be free
To create a mother-bird.
The bird wanted to be free
To stop being smothered.

All that stood between him
And the cool night sky
Was a lock, black and sleek.

The bird wanted to be free
To spread his wings and fly.
The bird wanted to be free
Of this endless lulaby.
The bird wanted to be free
Of everything unchanging.
The bird wanted to be free
Not to keep in his raging.

He wanted to be free,
To spread his wings and fly.
But in the meantime he supposed
He might as well just die.