by Skyless » Wed Apr 09, 2014 9:09 am
"Yes.. well.. Tell me later." She smiled at him. "Here, look!" She said, taking her bird from her pocket. "Sit." She said, and he obediently sat on her shoulder. "His name is Kyle."
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.