A free bird leaps
On the back of the wind
And floats downstream
Till the current ends
And dips it's wings
In the orange sun rays
And dares to claim the sky
But a bird that stalks
Down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through
His bars of rage
His wings are clipped
And his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
With a fearful trill
Of things unknown
But longed for still
And his tune is heard
On the distant hill
For the caged bird
Sings songs of freedom
The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the fat worms waiting on a bright lawn
And he names the sky his own
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are chipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.