by Skyless » Wed Mar 05, 2014 4:21 am
Aurora stopped dead in her tracks as her feet touched the sand. "Um.. Mabye we should go home......" She stalled. "It looks like a storm is brewing, look like a storm to you? We should come back soon...."
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.