She's a little song bird trapped in a cage
Made of flesh, made of blood, made of bone
She feels so alone
She watches those eagles sore high across the sky
Spread their wings, take a leap, take a chance
Find romance
Why can't everything be as easy as they say it is?
Why can't she just take a home a piece of gold treasure that shines only for her?
The world tells us that anyone can fly
Don't shoot the messenger, but we know that's a lie
Break the chains of denial and accept it for what it is
She was born in that cage, she'll make her own happiness
A hummingbird passed by her window, free as the wind
It was lost, sang a song, felt okay
Then just... Flew away
She had never felt more alone so broke down and cried
Laid still, cuddled up, to herself
She needed help
Another bird came by her window, an eagle the colour of gold
Made of bone, made of blood, made of flesh
He stared at her and began to confess..
The world tells you that you will never fly
Hey I'm here to say, that sure is a great big lie
I'll tuck you under my wings and take you high above the stars
I've always admired you, even from afar
She was a little songbird trapped in a cage
Made of flesh, made of blood, made of bone
With happiness she could call her own
For Rhiannon,
Short in stature with the highest head of them all.