The songbird is caught in its own melody
black ink lures her with perfect harmony
Five lines now vertical
behind bars now vertigo
Pulse is measured and time is anonymous
One and three become synonymous
The lock's in place and the key's on G
Dots and flags become the ball and chain
You see,
Songbirds are meant to sing
of the freedom of spring
Nature abandoned on the back of her wings
awakens the Symphony
Sun rays spotlight the conductor of winds
weaving red quilts and separation from sins
The blue opens up and her expression begins
to make way for Epiphany
But when the songbird is mocked
and her song is imitated
clouds become chalk
synthetically created
Though heaven and earth will always be debated
truth and its parody can never be related
Feather the heaviness and let the voice be
Ears see the vision of joy and pain
You see,
Songbirds are meant to sing
of the freedom of spring
Nature abandoned on the back of her wings
awakens the Symphony
Sun rays spotlight the conductor of winds
weaving red quilts and separation from sins
The blue opens up and her expression begins
to make way for Epiphany
