A bird without wings,
She even stopped to sing.
She does not fly
And in this life
At least she tries.

[chorus]
She lives in tiny cell
With toys and lights and belts,
And some strange things.
She puts them in –
It feels the same.
She wants to fly,
Sadly at not this time.
She has no use except abuse
And now she dies.

Tries in the big black vans,
And rooms with fine cigars,
Full of black men.
She understands
How life is wrong
How she’s insane.

And we just watch it all.
It is not rise, it’s fall.
I think we stalled
And got so bored,
That we can’t see

Her life if she had wings.

[chorus]