Freedom? It’s relative, a word, a state of mind
I’m the cage I keep me in
Fly away birdie, too bad wings belong to the cage
Free! Oh I’m free, if they look
I’m free if they took
Cages come in all sizes and faces
Transparent and ailing
I got diseased heart
It sees all, then mourn all
No escape is your punishment
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