All these years you have tied me down.
A bird I want to be,
But a gun you hold to my head,
Threatening to cease my heart beats.
Hunter set me free,
I plead you on my knees.
High above, I want to be gone with the winds.
Freedom is my right, you listen to me.
Now I warn you, for I feel my saviour coming.
Hunter hunted you will be,
For these cables of steel,
Will not keep my true love from me.
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