There is a little songbird in my heart,
waiting for release.
It sings a song for a woman I love
so very dear.
Trapped in silence behind those bars
blind in the dark.
It sits alone on its perch of stone
pining for your love.
I wish to free it for all to see
the beauty I hide within,
but you’re too far away to hear
the song it sings for you.

Paper memories crumbled up on the floor
within my mind.
The dust of time, piled up high,
lullabies at dusk.
My heart, it aches, for sweet release
of that pretty bird.
My mind, it burns, for satisfaction
of a love returned.
Keeps dreaming up these fantasies
never to be fulfilled.
That songbird hiding in my heart
needs more room to grow.