A savior is a savior
A blessing is a blessing
And now I know why the caged bird sings
It sings for hope of days to come
It sings for dreams of what may be
It sings for love of the freedom outside
It sings so well just because it can
But the bird will always be caged
And blessings come to pass us on
And saviors die for what they say
I know not why My Hope has failed
I know not why My Dreams have died
I know not why My Love is empty
I only know My Heart is a bird in a cage
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Hey, What's this thing
Stuff that goes on in my head. It never makes sense, I think. Maybe. Who knows?
No, honestly, does anyone know?
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