I didn't know I was lyin' on a cold dark ground until you shined on me and gave me warmth.
Your light made me see how beautiful life can be.
I saw how you dreamed of a better change.

I opened my eyes wider and I was finally awake.
You being you, my eyes and skin were slowly getting burnt.
I could no longer see what was far ahead.

I was blindly attached to you that I chased you wherever you went.
Beyond the seas and as far as my eyes can see, I ran towards you.
I thought I needed the warmth and light that was yours.

I got sick slowly, not knowing that it was you after all.
The change you longed for was killing me.
I was blind, hurt, and dying.

Now, I lay on a cold dark ground once more.
Chilling yes, but now I see the most beautiful view full of life and love.
For I am I, and you are you.

For a while I thought you were just an illusion, a misty scene far from solid truth.
But then I was able to garner enough strength to walk through and beyond this glass of illusion; to take the risk and be with you.

Everything is destroyed.
I, too tired to move.
You, too far away.
I stayed with the floods;
You went with the winds.
Free as a cloud you were
while I...
stagnant as a lake.

Too dumb to analyze,
too dull to sensitize,
and too numb to unparalyze.
No longer warmth,
no longer fervors, and
no longer luminescent.

Thunders rumbling, listen!
Dark clouds coming, see!
Cold winds rushing, sense!
Us both;
not just you and
not just I.

Warm sunshine and cool breeze
but rather,
whirlwinds and never ending downpour
of chaos and affliction.
All but cruelty and destruction.

Both sunshine and rain;
heat, embraced and
cold, battled.

You see,
the storm took away my old being.
The waves washed clean my poison.
You, a lost-winged soul while
I, now an impregnable fortress.

A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.

But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.