I can feel the wind.
I've been a lion, I've been a crow
you promised me you'd never let me go
you tamed me with your pretty words
then caged me like the other birds
I've forgotten how to finish the kill
I spend my days at your windowsill
let the wind come, remind me of my change
wind come, remind me of the open range
With classes starting, I can feel my passions bubbling up.
My heart has come alive.
Creativity is singing along the corridors.
This should be good.