The little bird sang
Every dawn and dusk
Upon a swing within its cage
Each warble and chirp
From its breast it did ******
Singing for freedom upon its stage
It longed for the space
To spread its tiny wings
To feel the air rustle its feathers
The owners would never hear it
Like a harp without its strings
Little birds heart was tethered
The time did pass
As its song did fade
It knew it would never soar
But the owners had now gone
And the bird had remained
It hadn’t noticed its open cage door
Little bird, don’t you know?
The freedom is yours
Just fly out the cage and you’ll see
Little bird, don’t give up
Your heart aches for more
Just fly little bird, just be
Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 2:36 PM UTC
The little bird sang
Every dawn and dusk
Upon a swing within its cage
Each warble and chirp
From its breast it did ******
Singing for freedom upon its stage
It longed for the space
To spread its tiny wings
To feel the air rustle its feathers
The owners would never hear it
Like a harp without its strings
Little birds heart was tethered
The time did pass
As its song did fade
It knew it would never soar
But the owners had now gone
And the bird had remained
It hadn’t noticed its open cage door
Little bird, don’t you know?
The freedom is yours
Just fly out the cage and you’ll see
Little bird, don’t give up
Your heart aches for more
Just fly little bird, just be
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