• a flowing river,
    a flower,
    a tiny whisper.
    oh what i could call you,
    but perhaps you are really a bird.
    one whose beauty may be bright,
    and whose gifts may shine,
    but your song truly is the best.

    sadly you sing within your cage,
    it’s silk and golden bars detain you,
    skies of blue,
    or ebony,
    starlet or sun shone.

    yes you are truly a bird,
    how sad are you,
    i wish i had the key,
    to free you first from your cage,
    then to burn it