Every time, that I wanted, to open out and sing, Those who said they loved me, tried to clip my wings, Why did I try to tell myself I couldn't make the grade, And believe all the doubting voices that I clearly made, What is love, if it ends up, going up in flames? When those you loved, look at you, full of scorn and hate, Why was I kept, by all of those, out vying for my heart, On a lead, I couldn't play, any of my parts (I want to be) I want to be free, like the singing birds, Not to do what I want to do is totally absurd, Not to feel what I wanna feel, its hard to find the words, For all that I try to speak, I do not feel I'm heard I get the feeling, I am one, who has been pulled around, Its so hard for my feet to find some solid ground, I've looked in all directions, I don't know who to trust, And I've been left with little, for all my worldly love I'm out here searching for this phantom of a flame, But it feels so much the same, I'm scared of falling down again, Lost inside myself, I don't know north from south, I ‘m trying to figure out, what I'm all about, (I want to be) I want to be free, like the singing birds, Not to do what I want to do is totally absurd, Not to feel what I wanna feel, its hard to find the words, For all that I try to speak, I do not feel I'm heard