That day, that was the end.
I was a bird in a cage.
My mind was heading down, down, down.
Today, there's no cage to see,
Just broken wings,
But i can sing better than crows, crows, crows.
You see, i've found a tree
to write these words
And to heal my deepest thoughts, thoughts, thoughts.
Today, I'm no longer ill,
You are my wings,
And I can sing, higher than clouds, clouds, clouds.