by Skyless » Fri Mar 14, 2014 9:42 am
Jackson stood up, straightening his shirt, when a kid slugged him, knocking him square in the eye. He stumbled back a few steps....
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.