I've Packed My Bags

Would I survive if I leave my cocoon?

Should I ever? Or should I soon?

Right now I’m ready to find out

I’m ready to fight, ready to shout

Coz I’ve packed my bags, they’re at the door

I’ve passed them several times, I just ignore

Throw over my shoulder the stupid thought of flying

Is it stupid, if it stops the crying?

When do I get the right to be me

Or is that someone I’ll never see?

I’m desperate to find a solution to this blocked maze

In there, at the end is where the beginning stays

Held captive in what I now call home

Its season, time to migrate…its just…birds don’t migrate alone.