I see a flock of birds without wings
Striving to survive
Still unaware of what they are
Wings burned by the sun
They can't even fly
But they all have one ambition
I wanna fly and keep flying
i wanna fly and keep flying
Word to my friends
Who living on the wild side
what does it mean to live as yourself ?
Breaking free from the shell that holds you
Cause there's nothing wrong with being crows
When you compare them to the caged bird that have forgotten to fly, crows are much better,
Being crows is good enough for me.
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