Ignorant bliss, or
Knowledgeable and suffer
Two ends, no middle

Blue eyes, ever so mysterious
Sealed lips,  always hiding a secret,
Red hair,  a dash of love when you run away from truth.


Joy shining in your eyes, laugh lines ever present,
Laughs escaping your lips as if it costs you nothing,
Hair playing with the wind like children with no worries



Eyes downcast,  shying away or guilty?
Lips smiling from here, frowning from there,
Hair,  half done up,  half swaying in the wind.



So tell me darling,  what are you? An open book or a relic written in God's own language?

Your happy smile brings my morning
and draws my dreams on this mind,
Your kind loving heart makes me blind
and melts my youngness like raining!

I am not a wizard, I'm just a dreamer
I'm untouched and you're my dream
I am shy, I am not used to be a lover
I am still cold like vanilla ice cream!

You are strong and wise about love
and maybe I was dreaming of you,
I have been flying as a single dove
If you kind me then I will owe you!

I feel so happy today and I feel fresh
and I feel your heart inside of mine,
On my cloudy nights, you're the flash
You are close to me, now I am so fine!

A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns 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 of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-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 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 of freedom.