Quest for freedom

Bird on the Wire
Like a bird on the wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free
Like a worm on a hook
Like a knight from some old-fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee
If I, if I have been unkind
I hope that you can just let it go by
If I, if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you
For like a baby, stillborn
Like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me
But I swear by this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch
He said to me, “you must not ask for so much”
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door
She cried to me, “hey, why not ask for more?”
Oh, like a bird on the wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free
“Bird On The Wire,”  ruminates on the impossibility of freedom in a world rife with tethers. Aren’t we always seeking freedom from some kind of oppression in our daily existence? And aren’t we always messing things up ? Our human spirit’s struggle against inherent frailties and external pressures often results in futility.  The real story is the effort we made to resist making the same mistakes again.

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