With no home, no cares, and no identity
No, I never realized that I'm not truly free
I guess I'll never sing with the birds in the tree
The sun took my sight
The wind took away my flight
And the cold gave me only fright
I've been swindled out of right
I wont be sleeping with the birds in the tree tonight
So I sing alone
With nowhere to roam
I sit outside my home
Just protecting my own
Because I'll never be a bird in the tree..
Singing that pretty song