Caged Bird, Blind Eyes, Clipped Wings

Tue, 04/19/2016 - 16:54 -- sarahc

This small place has such little room for me.

It’s closed mind, caged away from all the world,

And I’m the bird who wishes to be free.

You clipped my wings so that I couldn't flea.

You wrapped a chain around my fragile bones.

This small place has such little room for me.

“Dream small” you hushed and whispered with a plea

“The nest’s the only place that you'll succeed”,

But I’m the bird who wishes to be free.

Outside the wolves wait, grinning at the tree.

I feel no fear towards their sharp vicious teeth;

This small place has such little room for me.

I dream of gold streaked sky, it’s proud glory,

Which I saw once before you took my eyes,

And I’m the bird who wishes to be free.

So take away my might and shackle me,

It will not crush the light I have inside.

This small place has such little room for me,

And I’m the bird who wishes to be free.

 

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