by Skyless » Wed Jan 29, 2014 12:51 am
"What? Wyn... Tell me.." He said, taking her hands from across the table.
I know why
the caged bird sings.
A caged bird stands
on a grave of dreams,
his shadow shouts on
a night mares scream.
We think the caged bird sings,
when indeed, he cries.
The song of a bird,
can never be caged.