by Skyless » Mon Mar 17, 2014 4:00 am
"Fine... Come one.." She walked ahead of everyone, still looking up for Kelvin.
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.