it was me all along

out of the looking box
and into the night
you made his soul take flight
now the bird must fly alone
to a place that is unknown

landing lightly at a dirty bird bath
he seems to now have choose his path
he dips his head and drowns it all out
he doesn't intend on coming up for air
he flies again this time inside and doesn't care
it's the morning and everyone gone and left
he is feeling quite bereft
and he doesn't feel the same his wings feel heavy
chevying after something that will never be
now i think i can finally see
i knew this was never meant to be
he learned from his wrongs
and corrected his ways
but its okay he doesn't have to pay
he knows where he belongs and flies back home

out of the looking box
and into the night
i made his soul take flight
i just want everything to be alright

dear God may it be
he makes it home safely back to me
out of the looking box
and into the night
he made my soul take flight.