Darling You'll Be Okay

Darling You'll Be Okay

Monday, May 25, 2015

Before I go

Dedicated to my parents, Written for all the caged birds out there


The caged bird sings through the cold metal bars The notes of melancholy echoing on the distant Mars Its melody voicing the freedom it will never have The calls for rescue reaching only the ears of the seemingly deaf The caged bird sings through the cold metal bars The notes of melancholy echoing on the distant Mars The tune speaks of its heart filled with bitter pain As it tried to free itself but in vain The caged bird sings through the cold metal bars The notes of melancholy echoing on the distant Mars With wrath for the mortal and the iron it sobs Beneath the crimson red plumage its heart throbs The caged bird sings through the cold metal bars The notes of melancholy echoing on the distant Mars Its bleak eyes reflecting the soul laden with hate Hunched and contorted under the weight
The caged bird sings through the cold metal bars The notes of melancholy echoing on the distant Mars One day finally arrives as it dawns A path to freedom in which it acts on The caged bird sings free of the cold metal bars The notes of joy echoing on the distant Mars Out into the tranquil night sky it soars It has finally let go of the semblant ever-lasting inner wars The caged bird sings free of the cold metal bars The notes of joy echoing on the distant Mars The happy bird doesn’t realize all that it sees is illusive The truth is hard to postulate for the long-held captive The caged bird sings free of the cold metal bars The notes of joy echoing on the distant Mars The happy bird doesn’t realize no element is sempiternal The truth is the harsh mortal world has never been eternal The caged bird sings free of the cold metal bars The notes of joy echoing on the distant Mars The happy bird bathes itself in a deception of bliss The truth is it is tumbling down the unseen and unheard abyss
Thud.
The caged bird sings free of the cold metal bars The notes of joy echoing on the distant Mars The roses are bleeding and the sky is crying The wind howling and the happy bird dying

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