If you spent your whole life being told that you were nothin', that your whole future was going to be decided for you by somebody else, what would you do?

Just wait n' hope that things get better, that someone would ride in to save the day?

Or would you just give up, and learn to like all the terrible things they made you do? Huh?

Even if someday, they do come n' take me away, or just plain kill me, I'll be happy knowin' that, just for a little while, I got to be myself, n' fly wherever my wings would take me.