The Birds
I hear those birds singing...All those damn happy birds
Free to go where they want...
Free to do as they please
How I envy you
My freedom ended long ago
Freedom, it shines through the bars
Through the window
Freedom, i hear it in my ears
feel it pass my hair
Freedom, as black as my heart
As cold as night and dark
Freedom comes with a hard white hand
Shackling my body, tieing me
Freedom comes on a cloudy afternoon
Freedom comes all too soon
Freedom, from the world of pain
Freedom, from a life in hell
Freedom, from my own sorrow
Freedom, from a rope, and one drop
Freedom as he pulls the lever
Freedom as the crowd gasps
Freedom as the rope tightens
Freedom, as the birds fly away.
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