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.
Feb 16, 2010
Feb 16, 2010 at 9:40 AM UTC
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.
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