In your unique world,
cursed with the scourge of captivity.
A caged bird praying to be set free,
A free spirit able to travel the map of,
the edges of our world.
cursed with the scourge of captivity.
A caged bird praying to be set free,
A free spirit able to travel the map of,
the edges of our world.
The haunting sound of
melancholy singing slowly drifts
to me atop an ocean wave;
sea-drift upon my ears…
Compassion besets my heart,
I can hear you
I can see you
I can’t touch you
But I know what it is to be free.
A caged bird rarely escapes,
if so, only for a moment or two.
Until our thoughts dance once again
please send me happy tunes.
Please sing me one more note, little bird
please give me your moment or two.
Until then…
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