Little Bird

I thought you'd be the one to set me free

But you put me in a cage with broken wings

And I was stupid enough to believe

That you knew where my happiness would be

But now

I know why the caged bird won't sing

Don't worry little bird, soon your bones will harden

You'll become weaker, and fall on the cage floor

This kind of thing cannot be pardoned...

Why'd you shut the rusted door?

Reviews

[Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse]

Sometimes we feel like the little bird, caged with desires of freedom. Well written