I ham her favorite tune but still she won’t let me free.
I sing for her to smile but deep down, it’s a plea.
A plea for freedom.
Freedom from this dark cage.
My wings are so itchy so eager to fly.
I wonder how flying beneath the moon light feels.
But she won’t let me out of this cage.
The torment am in is like hell fire.
If only I was human then she would understand my words.
Only then would she understand my pain,
And not hear my sweet morning melodies.
If only she knew I sung a broken song?
But who will hear the plea of the black bird.
She doesn’t know how this cage makes me sad.
I look straight at her eyes and she thinks am charming.
My tears drop at each melody of the broken singing.
When I die It would be better she buries me than eat my meat,
For it will be the sweet poison that she will eat.
I just want to touch the sunrays.
How will she know that sadness is my best friend and
Happiness is my biggest act.
Someone tell her that I the black bird am asking for my freedom.
   blackbird™