Sweet bird of mine,Feathers of colour and gold,Sing a song of pure for us,Woe my troubles of young and old,Locked up to perform,Your smiles and sunshine taken,Now nothing but a mere sideshow attraction,With the strength and courage in your heart slowly breaking,Stolen from an age of young,You never really stood...
What Do I Want From This Life?
I don't want happiness to just be a word,I don't want the idea of stable life to be absurd,I don't want my pain to be my earning,I don't want the value of my own life to be concerning,I don't want to be scared no more,I don't want to keep losing...