exhaustion takes over the mind, the dew falls onto my lexicon,
i feel "a free bird would have been strangled".
but i was still adrift, for i was never free.
a manja string holds onto my left foot...tightens at every attempt of freedom i make.
they make fun of me, my friends they do.
they say, "what bird is a bird if he cant fly. he has not known the joy".
oh yes i have, for "i was born free".
i feel "a free bird would have been strangled".
but i was still adrift, for i was never free.
a manja string holds onto my left foot...tightens at every attempt of freedom i make.
they make fun of me, my friends they do.
they say, "what bird is a bird if he cant fly. he has not known the joy".
oh yes i have, for "i was born free".
:)
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