We sing and we whistle;
my best friend and me,
together we live;
through our thoughtless singing.

We cry as time passes.
Inevitably,
As caged as we are;
We wish to be freed.

In songs we are flying,
unbinded, and
breathing,
in joy.

Then we come to;
the cage reappears,
I sigh in the moment,
falling? the tears.

Colorful blurs,
remarkable shapes,
I live in the moment,
completely unfazed.

Still we are burdened,
bruised in defeat.
we're giving up fighting,
we'll never be free.

Then I look over,
my friend is singing,
I feel so defeated.
Alone I will be.

I open her cage,
my small canary,
her little voice swoons,
as she happily, is free.

My friend is long gone,
my years have passed by,
sung I have not,
and alone, I will die.