For love, and freedom.
There are chains that bind you in a way I
cannot affect. I see the pain they bring
you and I wish that I could help you fly,
But only you can free yourself. You cling
To adolescent hopes that cannot change
Your ever-darkening situation.
You try to pick the lock with calm exchange
But reason here is useless. Oppression
Tortures you with whips of fire. Your wings
Are bound with strength so great you cannot trust
That all will be resolved alone. Some things
Take your own will to find freedom. You must
Break free, my bird. Your strength can do no wrong.
Break free, my bird, and sing your victor song.