I was a free, free bird
who flew with wings open wide.
Moving from place to place,
giving all my passions a ride.
I was a really happy bird,
who loved flying free in the sky.
I never knew what feeling low meant,
When I figured that my life was a lie.
I was told I could be anyone,
you told me I could do anything.
Do you remember saying all that?
Now that you cut my wing.
I'm hurt and I'm broken,
But I will not give up.
Even though the blood is pouring,
into a pain-filled cup.
I'll do what I've always wanted to do,
until the life bell rings.
As I'm a free, free bird,
who flies with broken wings.