Again they both are calling
  to a tune of nightingale
Despite how much I chase the sun
  I still so crave the pale
Moonlight, stars and choruses
  that serenaded my first love
Then cast the shadows of my doubt
  upon a different kind of dove
Now buried in the depths am I
  and locked within a tomb
These melodies are faint at best
  neither dispels the gloom
Yet still they resonate throughout
  my clipped-wing chamber halls
And echo through my corridors
  and repaint all my walls
With colors of assurance
  that these cages have no ceiling
Even if I'm still unsure
  which song is more appealing