Rule #4 - Fish in a Birdcage

I am a fish inside a birdcage My brother always sings me songs And with his beak he tries to soothe me He 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 through 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 each rock so differently You gave me more than I could ask for Indistinguishability So carry me through 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 through 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