The colorful little bird left alone in the night
With his little broken wings trying to fly
Searching for a place to hide
Singing and pretending he's doing alright
Trying to find a way through the dark
He's still small and full of scars
No one to talk to
No one to turn to
They were all envious and jealous
Hypocrites and liars
The colorful little bird used to sing beautifully
Splendidly and superbly
He was adorable and super cute
Yeah, all they ever wanted is him to be mute
Although he's despondent and shattered
He still has faith
He was made to be free and brave and not to be a slave
He still believes that one day he will fly high
Flying high and touch the big blue sky
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