Blackbird
I feel like a blackbird trapped in its cage,
so full of sorrow, guilt, and rage. I furl
these dark wing wings and wait, a wind
is coming, coming to sweep me away.
And finally you came, and opened the
door to my cage, here in your heart I
will stay.
All the suffering you endure, all the
pain it has brought for which there
may be no cure. All the lies, and all
we've ever known it repeats itself in
time. My wing has been broken, telling
you all that should never have been
spoken. On the gentle winds we fly,
till they knock us down, but we will not
die.
And now we're back in our cages again,
waiting, hoping for the door to be left
open by them. Through the open window
we fly, deep into the darkness of the
night. But this rusty cage is still locked,
hiding my face, causing my feelings to be
blocked. And when I escape I'll fly to you,
pull you from your cage and show these
feelings so long overdue.
Now that we're out, we'll fly through this
world with full faith, and without doubt. If
it doesn't work the way it should, if it
doesn't happen the way I know it could, I'll
let the wind carry me home, and I'll let this
blackbird flies away, may you never be
broken again.
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