Yellow Bird - Halie Loren

A yellow bird, she sings

and dreams of things she’s never seen.

And the yellow bird, her wings

have never touched the spring rain.

Where does such a breezy melody

come from if she’s never seen the sky?

She says she was born with the seed of joy

and it blossoms from the inside

In this seed I find all I need

To write the music of my life

My feathered friend, your cage

must drive you to rage sometimes…

To think that you have aged

staring at nothing but beige walls

She says «you know, our lives

aren’t so different as you would believe.

All are in prisons of some kind,

tethered by the stories that we weave.»

I hear her song rising sweet and strong

and I’m lifted by the sound…

Living proof of a simple truth:

it’s in the mind where freedom’s found.

All we are is made of stardust and sky

We hold the whole world — The whole world inside.

A yellow bird, she sings

and dreams of things I’ve never seen.

And the yellow bird, her wings

have touched everything.