Where is my freedom?
Or was I ever free
I give myself to them,
The beautiful beings
The ones who do the “Good Deeds”
It isn’t you or me
But you could be
Flying, falling my feathers dropping
The eagle I was became a crow
An ugly beast
Only to be saved by the beautiful beings
The doves that keep the hawks away
But wait, the hawk is me
I am a conniving, evil, and despicable person
But you made me this way
Because my freedom was never really free
Im you and you are me
