by Skyless » Wed Jan 08, 2014 12:10 pm
Coral ran back to her hiding place. She giggled at her brilliance. She looked throught the room for the keys. She found paper and began to write out her plan.
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.