If you are locked up inside
With a fellow alike
And your wings tied up
Which are meant to soar
In the open skies, over the clouds
Beating and breathing the winds
Filling your lungs and the soul within
What is life, with all the joy
Is it in the being together
Or in doing all those things
You are destined to
Maybe far, even different
But always in sync
But always in sync
The bird in your heart
Will sing this song
A cage even with your love
Is never a home
Is never a home
-R-
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