My soul is like a bird

Free to soar, to do whatever

But my heart, my heart

Is like a caged animal

By all the hate in me.

By all the frustration

By all the love in me

My heart wishes it could be

My soul, free, not caged.

My mind is free

It wanders, it soars

But sometimes it feels like

It's captured by hate, by

Everything that disturbs me.

But at the same time, that

Is what makes me what I am.