Away, the sun and hopeful promise- The air rings truths of dreaming lies. Caged the bird who sings her songs; She weeps her tears of unknown fears Which ambition surely defied.
Wind and whisper through the bars She feels the air of open skies. Fellows up above her fly; What crude tease, the blowing breeze! The captive bars joke and deny...
In the cage, the bird is left, Whilst her fellows fly away For the changing of the season. The wind now cold in winter bold And once blue skies turn now gray.
Perched and still she sits resigned, As she had beat her wings to bone And yelled a plea of help too long. She sits as slow the frigid blows Choke the last helpless moans.
The heart that once determined raced And sought the future of release Takes it's last of fateful beats. I know the bird's last dying words; Those the dreams of mine deceased.