Don't You Know You're Free?

So Near So Far
by Stephanie Martin

Hey, little birdie, don't you know you're free?
The bars at the top are broken, you see.
You can fly away right out of your cage
Out of your prison, why don't you flee?

Hey, little birdie, won't you be a sage?
You could sing your song on your very own stage
But you cry in sorrow and pity instead
In hopelessness you choose to engage.

Hey, little birdie, lift up your head!
I hear you say you wish you were dead
Because you are trapped, or so you believe,
But for so long, now, you could have fled.

Oh, little birdie, how sad to grieve
When inches away is your reprieve
Above you waits the open air
For you to make the choice to leave.

And yet, little birdie, you feel despair
Believing life unjust; unfair
You say "All I want is to be free;
"Why has no one heard my prayer?"

Hey, little birdie, won't you listen to me?
The bars at the top are broken, you see
Fly away now, and you can be free
Fly away now, and you will be free.
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