Caged bird
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She flew into the cage.
Her feathers were plucked
One
By
One
So she could not fashion a quill
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
First of all you dont even know me.
I live so many different lives
That you can’t see inside
Of me anymore.
I am not a girl,
I am a woman,
This small place has such little room for me.
It’s closed mind, caged away from all the world,
And I’m the bird who wishes to be free.
