i look in the mirror
tell me that is not what you see,
for i see a bird, tamed and clipped
something i do not wish to be
i wish to be free, as the wind itself
gliding and swooping as the free bird does
not like the one, stuffed on a shelf
but it is my destiny
one i cannot avoid
one that will get the best of me
no matter how much i try

but i will dream of my other side
one of the freebird who wishes to glide
one of the sparrow singing proud
not of my tamed side, small and shroud
the side my spirit denys
not of the one of the sparrow, flying high

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