White Bird

Its A Beautiful Day
Its A Beautiful Day
White Bird
White bird,
in a golden cage,
on a winters day,
in the rain.
White bird ,
in a golden cage,
alone.
The leaves blow,
Across the long black road.
To the darkened sky,
in its rage
But the white bird just sits in her cage,
alone.
White bird must fly
Or she will die
White bird,
dreams of the aspen trees,
with their dying leaves,
turning gold.
But the white bird just sits in her cage,
growing old.
White bird must fly or she will die.
White bird must fly or she will die.
The sunsets come, the sunsets go.
The clouds pile high,the air moves slow.
And the young birds eyes do always know.
She must fly,
She must fly,
She must fly.
White bird,
In a golden cage,
On a winters day, in the rain.
White bird,
In a golden cage alone.
White bird must fly or she will die.
White bird must fly or she will die.
White bird must fly or she will die.