He gives me wings
But when I spread them to fly
He chops them
He gives me voice
But when I am about to speak
He shuts me out
He gives me feet
But when I am about to walk
He stops me
This is what happens when you let him decide your life
And so, I have decided
I will fly
Not with his wings
But mine
I will walk
Not with his feet
But mine
I will talk
Not with his voice
But mine
May be slowly
Me, now