[bad word]  [bad word] [bad word] 

The birds are flying so high
What could they know about my life?
About being [bad word] 
About treating not good 
I was young 
I wanted to love

 [bad word]  Wanna thank You
Lord, I wanna thank You 
For making me believe 
That I could love and live
All the home
I'm thinking
What do I really need 
For what I was seeking

The birds are screaming so loud 
I cannot stop the pain inside
I’m trying to fight
I’m trying to fight
All the questing you had
Were shouted down…
Cause no one gets into your head
To steal what’s burning low