Mockingbird

MockingBird Mockingbird can't fly, Mockingbird can't sing, She's not allowed to do anything. Cold naked, all alone, in dark dirty room that, daddy calls her home. Strapped in a straitjacket, and chained to a chair, hosed down and beaten every day, never allowed to cry. Mockingbird was never allowed to walk, Mockingbird was never allowed to talk, not a word, Her daddy wanted it that way. Daddy called it love, The last exit to hell in, in the city of angels, a city called L.A. for twelve long years, daddy kept her that way. And she blames herself for the echo's of her life that never was. At night her daddy force feeds her slops then chains her to her bed. They found her when she turned thirteen Labelled her the feral wild, child. The experts and lawyers fought over her night and day, At the last exit to hell in the City of Angels a town they call L.A. Mockingbird cant sing Mockingbird cant talk Mockingbird can walk she hop's like a rabbit. She is now a free bird, but she is still locked away, At the last exit to hell in a town called L.A. She dreams in echo's, of a life that might have been, a mocking jay In the city of angels, a town called L.A. And the mocking bird is now a Mocking Jay she's in dark dirty room that's black, blue and gray The State of California calls her home Locked away in the City of Angels They call L.A. Note.. this is a true story, when she was discovered she couldn't walk (she could hop like a rabbit). She was chained to a chair For 13 years. She couldn't feed herself, she couldn't cry, she couldn't talk (even now she cannot speak whole sentences. She is regarded as highly intelligent State of California still has her locked away in hell echoes of a life that might have been...