by Skyless » Tue Jan 28, 2014 2:40 pm
"Henry.. I don't want you touching Kyle, I don't want you looking at Kyle, NO I DON'T WANT YOU THINKING OF KYLE!" She screamed. She had always been protective of her bird.
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.