Tears

I am a bird who longs to be free,
Who stretches her wings to fly,
Who thinks she can soar and forget misery,
In the freedom of vast open skies.
But they hold me back by saying they care,
While I ache to be free of this cage,
How well I know that love keeps me there,
And fear of their hurt and their rage.
The bird sings her song and tried to explain,
In the trees and the air I belong,
But they don't understand, they can't feel the pain,
And they don't hear the tears in my song.
They don't understand what it is to be me,
And to know no one understands,
They don't understand that I don't call this free,
A puppet controlled by their hands...