Good Life

This Bird Is About To Fly

I did not come here to be a pawn in your game, Let me explain,

Those labels you toss upon me,

Have no validity, I am undefined.

That cage you try to lock me in,

Will not hold because,

This bird is about to fly,

Free in the sky.

Those walls you try to build around me,

Are not strong enough, you'll see.

You cannot imprison a spirit that is free.

Just look up into the sky, this bird is about the fly.