If I was a flower rising up from the ground
They are the feet that stomp me down.
I would be a bird soaring high
But they clipped my wings so I cannot fly
You think without wings that I would not try?
Not I.
For all of my dreams are concealed in the sky
And I’ll never give up ‘til the day that I die
I am a caged bird, I know why I sing
In my voice the longing for freedom rings
You may try to hush my sweet singing voice
But never will I give you the choice
To smite me down
Lower than the ground
I will rise as a rain-filled cloud
With thunder I’ll crash rebelliously loud
You think you can stop me? Don’t even try
Or I’ll push you down and spit in your eye
For I am as pure as the whitest of doves
From ye black crows I will rise above.