Don’t lure me into a cage
with pretty songs
and bright feathers
that have never felt
the wind in flight;
take a tattered one
from my wild wing,
let’s breathe deep
and fly,
oh, come away
with me tonight.
Where I Burn
Don’t lure me into a cage
with pretty songs
and bright feathers
that have never felt
the wind in flight;
take a tattered one
from my wild wing,
let’s breathe deep
and fly,
oh, come away
with me tonight.
