the cool breeze
flutters my feathers
the whole world
spins under my feet
I'll fly higher
than the heavens
and watch this realm
change around me
they called me a pretty bird
they called me a pretty bird
I composed
a sweet lullaby for you
knowing that it
might never be heard
I sang louder
than the howling wind
despite knowing that silence
might be preferred
they called me a pretty bird
they called me a pretty bird
from up on my perch
I've witnessed atrocities
cried tears that fell like rain
on the people below
from here in my nest
I saw hopelessness and fear
and had only my song
to put on for the show
they called me a pretty bird
they called me a pretty bird
exit stage left
stripped of my wings
I gave it my best
like how the caged bird sings
I tasted the sky
and felt my feathers give in
I know I'm a pretty bird
I know I'm a pretty bird
#83
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