These wings of mine have not been stretched

Have not been torn, have not been bent


I’ve lived a life of luxury



But never been free, never free

The feathers there are white, pristine

They’re always new, always clean


For the audience, they have to be



Never free, never free

My beak is opening for a song

A trill, a thrill, songs short and long


But what it longs for is to be



Truly free, truly free

I sold myself to slavery

To always be new, always be clean


To never know the wind in my wings



To never be free, never free

I may be known far and wide

I may have a voice that makes you sigh


I may be a celebrity,



But never free, never free…