The blackbird sings let freedom ring.
It’s difficult to fly with broken wings.
The burden of hatred bears heavy,
for only sadness it brings.
It’s difficult to rise as the fascist pendulum
swings.
With her heavy heart and tired wings;
In the thick of healing the blackbird sings,
let freedom ring.

I like seeing you happy
I just wish you shared that happiness with me

She would laugh during prayers and giggle at church
She wore skirts too short, let them slid up her thighs
She dyed her hair colors of rainbow when she got bored
and she did it all because it was her choice

I was warned to stay away from her
"she's a bad influence" and "the devil is near"
they were partially right

She was dangerous,
She was the devil,
And I loved to sin.