Verse 1 There are too many of us inside this little cage. No room to run. No room to turn. No place to hide our fear. We hear the footsteps coming down the hall. And somehow, we already know what they mean. Verse 2 I press my face against the bars. I try to remember what the sunlight felt like. I have seen the sky through a tiny window. I have watched the birds flying somewhere above us. And I wondered what it would feel like to be free. Pre-Chorus Do you think we don't understand? Do you think we don't feel afraid? Do you think these tears don't mean anything? Chorus We have souls too. We want to live too. We want to be loved. We want to feel the sun against our skin. Please, let us go. We don't want much. Just a field beneath our feet, flowers underneath our noses, and the open sky above our heads. Why do you think we don't have dreams? Verse 3 Some of us are mothers. Some of us are still so young. We don't know why we're here. We only know that we're frightened. Sometimes we cry when nobody is watching. Sometimes we stay awake through the night, listening to the others breathing beside us. Verse 4 I dream about grass. Can you believe that? Grass. Running until my legs are tired. Rolling beneath a blue sky. Smelling flowers I have never touched. Feeling warm sunlight on a body that has only known cold metal floors. Bridge You call us animals as if that means we cannot hurt. As if our hearts beat differently. As if fear doesn't feel like fear inside our bodies. But when the door opens, we tremble. When we're alone, we cry. And when someone is kind to us, we remember. Chorus We have souls too. We want to live too. We want a name. We want gentle hands. We want somewhere safe to close our eyes. Please, let us go. Please, hear us now. We want to see the sunrise without bars between us. We want to walk through fields. We want to smell the flowers. We want to feel the warmth of the sun. Chorus We are not numbers. We are not things. We are frightened hearts waiting for a life we may never get to see. And if you could look into our eyes for just a moment, would you still tell yourself that we don't feel? Would you still believe that we don't dream? Because we dream of grass. We dream of sunlight. We dream of freedom. We dream of being loved instead of being afraid. Outro So please... Before you close that door, look at us. Look into our eyes. We are still here. We are still breathing. We are still hoping for the smallest piece of life. We don't want revenge. We don't want anything from you. We only want what you want too. A life. A little warmth. A little love. A place beneath the sky. And the chance to finally run through a field of flowers. We have dreams too.
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