Spread Your Wings

They told her to spread her wings and fly 

From the moment she came to life 

And then they clipped her wings bit by bit 

And made fun of her as she had to sit 

They told her to not let anything stop her from soaring 

And that all of her excuses were boring 

But what can a bird do with broken wings 

But sit and cry, or sit and sing 

They told her that the sky is the limit 

And that this world was brighter with her in it 

And they told her that her wings were fine 

And that she'd get used to them in time 

They told her she was perfectly okay 

All she had to do was desire to play 

But her wings hurt every time she moved 

And by this sorrow she was consumed 

They told her to spread her wings and fly 

But she knew she could die if she tried 

And so she made peace with life on the ground 

And that's when the sad tale began to turn around