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A bird is caged And clipped And hurt Abused and cut Destroyed and burnt The masters cannot Set it free Even if they wish For the bird has grown vile Cold, and black The bird at first was white with joy A dove to the world But now it’s blood has spilled and turned It’s feathers and body to black The crow was born from this way Don’t feel bad It’s your fault it’s your fault And nothing can change that The crow forgot, you see How to use its wings And it’s all your fault you see Don’t you see What you’ve done to him Or is your soul just as black? Perhaps it is justified Perhaps it is for a reason But ‘til I know that reason I do not wish to bleed from your wrath I’d rather burn and bleed from my hand Than by yours, you see Do you understand the birds thoughts, my friend Or must he still feel your wrath? I’ll teach myself to fly again And when that time comes you’ll see Your words are nothing And mine are everything Because those who hurt others are nothing compared to me When I fly I’ll escape This cage you have put me in I’ll take flight and you shall see I am not the creature of hell as you see me My black feathers shall stay this way But I shall show them proudly I’ll stay burnt and bruised and hurt But I will keep on standing So when the time comes for me to fly No I don’t think it soon Make sure the key is far away Or it shall lead you to your doom
- Published February 13, 2020, 08:23
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