You wanted to fly but they clipped your wings.
A song was inside so they said, "Don't sing."
A bird meant soar with the wind as your throne,
But they built you a cage and said, "Call it home."

As a youth you thought this is how it should be,
Still your spirit cried out, "Please set me free!"
You tried often to tell them but they said, "Indeed!
Don't be a fool, you have all that you need."

But needs go much deeper and when left unmet
The soul starts to whither like a garden unkept.
There's no sadder moment than when all hope is gone
Yet you were determined to be on your own.

So you waited in secret for the door to open a crack,
Then you flew to their amazement and you never looked back.
It wasn't their fault, they did what they thought best
But you wanted more and could settle for no less.

So fly little bird, the wind calls your name.
Return there no more and forget all the pain.
The sky is your kingdom and the earth is your bed
So soar little freebird! Your captor is dead.