| Baby Bird |
| One day I’ll fly away from here, From all the price tags and rumors. One day my dreams will take root And sprout into my tree of life. Some day I’ll make it all right, Make all right that I’ve set wrong. But for now I have to endure The yelling, the hitting, the abuse. Because right now I don’t know how to fix What I’ve put myself into. |
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