WingsWhen I was young, I was kept on a tightly wound leashLike all the school childrenLike all the little ones who needed ProtectionWe were toldWhen and whatTo eatTo beWhere to goAnd what to doIt was prison Without the freedomAll for our sakeAnd you were trapped in this neat and tidy yardThat they told you was the real worldBut it wasn'tWhen I got to high schoolI was kept in a cageStill boundStill heldBut the tiny cracks allowed me to see freedomFor the first timeYour classmates are the ones that hold your barsEven though they're caged tooThey tell you how you OughtAnd not how you WantHow you