Rule #4

I′m a fish inside a birdcage
My brother always sings me songs
With his beak he tries to soothe meHe makes me feel that I belong

He has a wild imagination
And tells me things That must be true
Like there's a world where I can take flight
Where i can freely move

So carry me from these walls
Brother of mine
Show me the world outside
It has to be true
I′m counting on you
To be my wings and my eyes

As I breathe into our silence
There's a voice that comforts me
It's a voice of understanding
It′s the voice of empathy

Wings of feathers, tails and fin tips
We feel it works so differently
You gave me more than I could ask for
Indistinguishability

So carry me from these walls
Brother of mine
Show me the world outside
It has to be true
I′m counting on you
To be my wings and my eyes

So carry me from these walls
Brother of mine
Show me the world outside
It has to be true
I'm counting on you
To be my wings and my eyes