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Lyrics

Where Birds Can Fly
by Mary Ann Young

I wrote this song after visiting the largest women's prison in the United States located at Central California Women's Facility (CCWF) in Chowchilla, CA. My heart was deeply stirred by many of the life stories I heard to the point where I felt the need to write a song to share with anyone who would listen. I have made it available to you for free.

It is a known fact that women who are incarcerated very rarely receive any visitors. It is my prayer that we not forget our women in prison. I made a promise that I would not forget during my last visit as I listened to their heartfelt cries.

With all sincerity,
Mary Ann

Lyrics...

She wakes up one morning with hope in her heart
As she puts on her makeup rehearsing the part
Of the moment when she gazes upon the face
Of a son she's not seen in 400 days.
Her heart is now pounding to the loud ticking clock
As she wonders if maybe perhaps they forgot.
It's happened before, the same every time.
The tears pouring now as she's wanting to die...

This is a place where mothers cry...
This is a place where clouds pass by...
This is a place where the sun does shine...
This is a place where birds can fly.

Her bones are so frail as she struggles to walk
Her hearing is going, no desire to talk.
But her eyes are still strong as she reads the words
Of a friend in a letter, like the song of a bird.
Her heart is failing, but her mind is set
On the moment before her, old promises kept.
When she'll walk through the gates into the arms of a friend.
Forever they're sisters, through thick and through thin...

This is a place where mothers cry...
This is a place where clouds pass by...
This is a place where the sun does shine...
This is a place where birds can fly.

I know there are those, who must pay the price.
If you do the crime, you must do the time.
But who are we to treat them like filthy trash?
Just throw away the key, better for you and me.
I know there are victims, I know what it's like.
They all have a voice, this is only right.
But I've looked in the eyes of a broken shell...
She's young and she's old, taking what has been dealt.

This is a place where mothers cry...
This is a place where clouds pass by...
This is a place where the sun does shine...
This is a place where birds can fly.