They sing their sweet song
You listen attentively
They sing the same notes over again
Why?
Oh the birds are free, to fly where the wind goes
But what do they really mean
Their chirp and chatter
Possibly a cry for help
Help me help me help me
They cry
A bird can only fly so far
Can only do so much
In so much time
Their life is not magnificent
Each day is torture
When will they eat
Will they become prey
Will their bodies withstand the harsh elements
Will their eggs survive
See, the birds aren't so great
What makes them different than ourselves?
The birds are like people too
They have feelings
The birds are miserable, so why do they live?
That have families too, and so they're stuck.
Sure, the caged bird sings of freedom
But once it's attained, they're trapped
Help me help me help me