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Every Story I Tell Contains Me

Every story I tell contains me,
If you know how to look inside.
I am but a bird trying to be free.

My cage is gilded, held fast by lock and key
Although I yearn for the door to open wide.
Every story I tell contains me.

I cannot swim a river, nor climb a tall tree;
I fear being unchanged and swallowed by pride.
I am but a bird trying to be free.

I feel like you’re blinded; you look but don’t see
And I am so tired of being your guide.
Every story I tell contains me.

There’s an ocean between us, a darkened cruel sea,
Created by all the tears I have cried.
I am but a bird trying to be free.

I drown myself inside of my poetry
Watching it make others starry-eyed.
Every story I tell contains me;
I am but a bird trying to be free.