Me and Free

Oh, poor little black bird
Trapped in a small wooden cage
Poor little boy
Who suddenly lost his way
Who am I to be
Who I want to be

Trapped in riches
All my life
So many mountains
I had to climb
No one can change me
Nobody but me

I had a dream that I could climb trees
They told me they had the key
I had come to ponder
Who I’ll be
Simply me
To be free

There is a place
I could go
I’m not jaded
That I know
I have learned
Let life help me in return

I can leave here
Do I dare
I would throw away my treasures
Beyond repair

It may look possible
How can I trust anyone
Where will I go
I know it sounds strange
But how can I know

I know what I want to be
I need to be me
And free

I love this song. ♥ Mainly because of the imagery that it evoked, plus it mentions blackbirds.

Yeah, I only made one. I think this is my first Classical/Broadway song that I have written in my life.

That's neat. I don't think I've ever written a Broadway song. Was it fun to write?

Actually, it was.