Songbird
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I love to listenfrom nature's soundto a man's word.Sometimes, I think Ishould get aSong Bird
She is a songbird
Outside my window.
She polishes my spring mornings
With her soft serenades.
When the cold slips back in,
Her and her songs fly far away.
Today, the knuckles of a tattooed waiter read
The same word from my thought unsaid.
Yesterday, every parcel of the wind chime I rang
fell apart over and over again.
Visions of my future
He taught her how to fly and soar
only to break her wing.
And he could've saved her when she fell
but decided to do nothing.
Instead he locked her in a cage,
refused to tend her wing.
She spreads her wings
Ready to fly
Singing songs of many things
All about how we'll never die
I see my dreams
I wake at dawn
Just hoping she sings
Though I know she's gone