by Skyless » Tue May 20, 2014 10:02 am
She just sat there, Not moving, just watching. Times like these, she wanted to be a bird. Just to fly away. That would be nice. But for the time being, she just lay down.
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.