Birds sing and fly
With a freedom not for I
As my heart's stinging lullaby
Sounds like a despairing cry
For I can see the sunshine
Brightening the sky
And yet I am confined, again,
In the darkness of my mind.
Mar 6, 2023
Mar 6, 2023 at 6:11 PM UTC
Birds sing and fly
With a freedom not for I
As my heart's stinging lullaby
Sounds like a despairing cry
For I can see the sunshine
Brightening the sky
And yet I am confined, again,
In the darkness of my mind.
