Watching a world of blues and greens
From a gilded cage full of pretty things
Sits a little bird with clipped wings
Singing pure and sweet to all who listen

From morning light to the dusky pall
The little bird perches, enthralled
New stories to tell, a new song to sing
Pouring happiness out to the skies

Perching alone in a world of grey
Singing along for every new day
Until the stars speckle the sky
And the little bird dreams
Of flying

You can find me in the quiet places
Where the grass shifts in whispers
And the lilacs lazily bloom
Embrace me
Seek out my secrets
Hidden memories and intimate moments
Hold soft, and turn them in your hands
Lying on the ground, speaking slowly
As though the day were endless

Swallowed by these empty promises
Choking on the bitter words
Sinking in the looming silence
Frozen by these empty hearts
Choking on distant memories
Sinking in the desolate haze
Staring through these empty eyes
Choking on the unseen tears
Sinking in the quicksand void
Walking through these empty rooms
Choking on the dusty air
Sinking in the heavy gloom
Alone, and empty