"I'm as free as a bird now," she said
"And how free is that?"
So she locked herself into her bedroom
So she could think about that
She filled page after page with drawings of cages
But she never drew a key
Gotta find the golden twine that will bind me to free
Peter Pan says, "I won't be a man,
"'Cause grown-up men can't fly."
But Wendy took his shadow by the hand
And looked him right in the eye
She says, "You talk a good game
But every day here's the same
You don't grow, you don't change
And it feels like a prison to me."
Gotta find the golden twine that will bind me to free
I buckle down, try to stand my ground
But it shifts beneath my feet
I clear my mind, try to draw the line
But it tends to bob and weave
And so much joy goes to waste as I circle in place
Longing for a taste of the fruit I'm refusing to eat
Gotta find the golden twine that will bind me to free
"I'm as free as a bird now," she said
"And how free is that?"
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