Wings so heavy
***** in medley

Trapped in servitude
In the house of solitude

Sings songs of sorrow
Dreams of freedom for the morrow

A mellow wind beckons and implores
Although a prisoner to entertainment that one doth employs

Holds still, in vision, the incandescent skies

Little birdie,

Inside,

Dies

I'm old enough to know better

Yet young enough to forget

There's nothing more that I have to say

All though I will fill up the empty space

With it

Now I have you

There I don't

When they feel good

They feel good

When they hurt

They hurt like hell

And I wouldn't change a thing