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