'bird' 'free' 'freedom' 'escape'
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As I sit down tonight
To write this song I sing
I feel like a bird in flight
Who forgot how to use her wings
Swooping along, out of control
Not knowing where to turn
To Hang on
learning to fly wasn't the goal
what use did I have for that kind of freedom?
all he wanted was someone to catch
I fought my instincts
trying to fall was much harder
when I already knew how to fly
Things didn’t change in the past few years
We just view things differently because our vision is now clear
We witness the uproar in our communities
We witness the trend, the everylasting continuity
