Where do birds go to die?

If I say pack your bags and leave,

Where do you go?

If I say learn to live, wild and free,

What do you do?

I know it's a little cliché but,

What can I say?

I wake up everyday, thinking,

Why do I bother?

I mean, dont we all wonder,

Why it should matter?

I can't help but ask, 

What is wrong?

I actually know why it hurts,

Would you beleive this?

I just want to know how to fix it,

Why won't anybody tell me?

I can't beleive, no mather how far I go

Somehow, I always end up next to you?

I should be like a caged bird who dreams of the wild

Yet, though I am free, I am in pain?

I've become one, with clipped wings damned to roam the grounds,

Dare I say such a thing?

A long time ago I wondered,

Where do birds go to die?

It's not like they drop out of the sky, mid-flight, unharmed.

Home! Too sick, tired or weak to fly away, who knew?...