They say my life is a mess
They say my heart is not mine
They say my soul is corrupted
They say my wings has gotton big
They say shackle her up
They say don't let her dream
They say you look like a bird
They say this is not your home now
They say,and I listen
They say as I am burnt alive
They say,they say
As I screamed hard
To stop these voices
To stop these voices
My feet were tied up in shackles
My heart was burnt
My soul was broken
My hands were yellowed
As tears streamed from my eyes
I silently prayed for death
As my eyes blurred out
As my eyes blurred out
When I opened my eyes
I met that God
Asking him questions and showing him my wings burnt out
I complained and complained
Seeking answers day-by-day
Till I realised I was dead
And no more
And no more
