I am as a kite flying high,
Looking at the sky, my, oh my!
I believe I'm free, to soar, to fly
But then comes a bird and flutters on by
I realise then that I’m stuck to a string;
Can’t fly higher like the bird on the wing.
Freedom I craved, and I thought I had;
I believed you, but I see I was mad.
You told me you were happy for me,
But fool that I was, I did not see;
You were happy to have me right there;
Not happy for me, because you do not care.
You care for society; doesn’t help us back.
Emotions, sentiments, that’s all you lack,
You wanted me to be just another girl,
To follow your rules, to watch life unfurl.
But you taught to be different, mom,
Never cautioned me to follow the norm,
And now that I’m older and able,
You wish me to become “socially” stable!
Yet I feel stuck here, exploited to the core;
Would you dare help me? I can’t take it anymore—
Hypocrisy, lies surround me, I sense them in the air
Would that you could blot out every evil stare.
I thought I was free, free to fly,
And you won’t help me now, won’t even try.
I won’t do it, won’t follow rules
We are humans, mama, not tethered mules.
I have tried enough to make you happy,
But you have thought my life is crappy;
I don’t care what you think anymore,
My heart is hurt, my mind is sore.
I need to make myself happy now,
But after all this, I wonder how.
I have a responsibility to myself too,
And no longer want to think only for you
I am a person who deserves to achieve
I want to run, free to believe,
I want my life, to delve into my soul
To escape from your grasp and your incessant toil.
I feel the strings tear and I shudder away
Up with the bird in the blue bright of day,
Our wings flapping, and with a loud cry
I look down from the sky, my, oh my!
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