• So soon after flying free
    I lose my wings to thee
    You catch me as I fall
    And I willingly give up it all
    Now caged, I start to feel withered, broken

    Part of me is not ready to be pinned
    I should have never let this begin
    So much for flying free
    When I'm held close to thee

    Do I cut the strings to be free
    And watch as you surely bleed
    Or rest near thee
    And let my spirit die within me?