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Details | Acrostic | |

Your Eyes

 (Dedicated to Folake)

Your eyes, woman
are like twilight rainbow
amorously bearing aloft passions of mine
toward androcytic ecstacy.
They tell of endless lights.

Night skies clarion the warmth of you
keep me balled-up till
i am tilted to your adorned essence.

May I call up words to adore you,
agglomerate them into a panoply of worshippers
unsandalled before you
like Moses at the burning bush.
 
And now you seem to fall asleep
but you tell me it's the heavy night
bidding toward a sunny dawn
wherein our love is lighted.

Slowly I let you fall asleep
impatient with the long night
waiting to gaze once more
into the eyes of my lovely love.

Then a lip is placed on yours
and you rouse up wide-eyed
smiling at my romantic move.
We enjoyed the night, cruising on.


Details | Free verse | |

The Humans and I

Ones who wage,
Ones who rage,
Ones who take,
Ones who pay,
Ones who craze,
Ones who rave,
Ones who crave…

Ones who fear,
Ones who breathe,
Ones who give,
Ones who need,
Ones who will,
Ones who weave…

Ones who plead,
Ones who beg,
Ones who beseech,
Ones who entreat,
Ones who appeal,
Ones who volunteer,
Ones who disappear…

The ones who follow,
The ones that don’t know about tomorrow,
The ones who don’t deserve the morrow…

The ones who sleep,
The ones who cry,
The ones who live,
The ones who die…

The ones who proclaim,
Those who say they create,
The ones who ache,
The ones who don’t wait,
The ones who hesitate,
The ones who don’t concentrate,
The ones who fornicate,
The ones who procrastinate…

Those who fall in temptation,
Those who get in frustration,
Those who sometimes feel desperation,
Those who keep going without caution,
Those in motion,
Those in tension,
Those losing notion,
Those being poisoned,
Those getting in distortion,
Those following the broken diction,
Those dying like the billions,
Those without unction,
Those washed in the oceans…

I might seem cold,
But it is you who is bold.
I might not express,
But it is you who doesn’t let me progress.
I might not seem like I seek,
But it is you who doesn’t know me…
I might seem like I need,
But it is you who might always be begging on your knees.
I might seem dull,
But it is the one that is fool.
I might not be alight,
But it is you who isn’t truly alive…

I will remain neutral,
I will remain silver,
I will remain gray,
I feel darkness,
I feel light,
I will remain hallowed…,
After all, it is you who deserves no life…

I am a metal hawk,
I am a mountain goat,
I am a silver bird,
I am a gray wolf,
I am a white tiger,
I am a mystic rose…,
I am I…

I’m alive,
And I survive,
You are here,
However, it is you who deserves no life…

Being human does not imply that you have humanity…


Details | I do not know? | |

'Little bird, what troubles thee'

Little bird, what ails thee
      is it the bread in your belly
little bird, what troubles thee
      is it the bread of misery

is it the bitterness in your heart, 
     or the offense you can't forgive
is it the anguish that sets you apart, 
     or the hurt that holds you captive 
 
is it the cancer of bitter love, 
     or the loss of deserved affection 
is it the cruel withdrawal of 
     his tenderness and compassion 

life is much too brief
      and youthful love's even briefer still,
your forestalled relief 
      keeps you from seeing His eternal will

what befalls you 
      is neither unshared nor a mystery
God sheds tears for you
      in the midst of your painful agony

little bird, what ails thee
      is it the bread in your belly
little bird, what troubles thee
      is it the bane of misery


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku 5 - mournful cries, way of nature, flight into eternity

mournful cries fill the air
mother bird calling for its baby
eaten by the cat

mantis catches butterfly
I am sad: yet, that is 
the way of nature

loud feathered thud
- flight into eternity
deceptive glass pane


Details | Ballad | |

Goats

Goats

They’re everywhere
These pretty little creatures
On the serpent road to Exmouth
They be some of the features
Along with Emus, Kangaroos
And handsome birds of prey
These little goats be bountiful
They’re all along the way.

They be domestic goats 
Who’ve gone back to the wilds
Where they have bred one million fold.
As one moves along the miles
These little goats be seen so much
In their many shades and hues
Don’t know where they got their water
It be tough country too.

The weather here be hot and dry
As the sun bakes everything
And mostly here no rain does fall
To drinking water bring.
And yet these goats look healthy as
Such nimble little beasts
You’d see some dead there in the road
As the crows do have their feast.

That be the price of progress
That poor beasts have to die
That be the curse of human beings
Sometimes it makes me cry
Yet still they be so plentiful
These handsome little guys
Another little part of nature
That make love in me rise.


Details | Rhyme | |

Chicken Karma

Written in 04 when there was a chicken flue scare...Peter

Chicken Karma.

Chickens fighting back with Karma
Coming down with chicken flue.
People watching all those years now
{people being me and you}
Watching all those cruel fellows
I'm the same I watched it too.

Creatures kept in little cages
Beaks cut off to make them meek.
Never seeing sunny weather
No room to move, of this I speak!!
And now us folk be getting worried
That chicken flue our deaths will seek.

Well I be saying "ain't my fault"
But me, I've ate that chicken too.
And I knew what folk were doing
I'd seen the cruel things they do
And now that karma's getting closer
Will the world go down with chicken flu?.

Dec 30 2004.


Details | ABC | |

Grey Bird

On that cloudy weekend in June 
I hear a soft and graceful tune 
from the grey bird on the tree 
branch 
Singing sweet lullabies felt 
blessed in the moment 
My body tingles of joy at sight 
Gazing out through 
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon 
Heart filled with emotion came 
over me 
Grey bird stood playing its tune 
for awhile and on the wings of 
letting go
Then as the rain fell from the 
sky the grey bird flew away 
gracefully 
I blew a kiss to the clouds and 
utterd these simple words of I 
Love You father ( who's now in 
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear 
that grey bird sing again once 
more for me 
Farewell, love your son

Poem contest for Debbie -referential


Details | Lyric | |

Mockingbird

Written March 26, 2013


Hey you way up there in the tree
Hiding away for none to see
No I don't know why you refuse to be
Why can't you just see what I've seen
Hey little mockingbird don't mock me
It's these mystical one-eyed dreams
Keeping me from tossing myself
Twenty thousand underneath the sea

I am what I am
I've gone too far to rescind
These wonderful twisted dreams
Where we're skipping stones by the stream
I know what I feel
Now you're even more real
All I know is how to weep
With the birds lulling me fast asleep


Details | Ballad | |

The joy of the pheasant shoot

The joy of the pheasant shoot.

Getting set for the big event
The good folk do their stuff
They beat the earth with sticks, do they?
With their little dogs so tough 
They flush those pheasants from the scrub
So all can have some fun
Killing them with smiling faces
As they fire beloved guns.

Then as the pheasants in a panic
They bolt into the sky
Our hero’s with their guns in hand
Make sure that hundreds die
As the air is filled with the cracking sounds
As birds fall all around
Just so these fools can get there jollies
These corpses cover ground.

I wonder sometimes if these hero’s
Have any souls at all
That they could get such satisfaction
Doing these acts so cruel
Sometimes it leaves me speechless
At the way folk get their pleasure
Killing beauty just for fun
Is an ugly kind of leisure.

10 September 2013 @ 1340hrs




Details | Free verse | |

Flying High In The Aqua-Blue Sky

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I see a black and white checkered kite…
floating higher and higher than I, myself…
But, I was shoved 
Into another shelf…

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
2 birds were flying together in harmony… it made me smile 
If only…I could fly another mile…
If only…I could higher my smile…
If only…I could fly higher
If only…I could taste ecstasy…
people would accuse me as a liar
If I experienced the best day of my life…

But, I don’t wanna live with undying strife…
I want peace…
Hand it over, please…
Hand me the keys
So I could experience perpetual peace 

I took flight like those bird couples…
But, I was on an airplane…

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I wouldn’t be greedy for gain…
I’m trying to act sane…
But, I’m actually insane
In many ways…I love my uniqueness…
And my stubbornness… and my gladness…
And my madness… my imagination goes wild
But, I need to put it on a leash…so I could remain mild

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I’d feel the rain
Trickle down my hands…my wet, wrinkly hands

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
No one would understand
How awesome and wonderful I’ve felt that day…
Up there…
up there…I felt like a king…
But, now I lost that memory…I lost my ring
To success…but I’m willing to pick up my progress…
My pace…is slow like a snail’s pace
Do you see me crying? Just look at my face…

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I’m the clouds absorbing tears

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I’d be willing to release them…

but they’ve been stored up forever it seems
And…hell – I have been 
Shaking with fear…
Breaking by the seams 

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I was……..
Daydreaming again…
My mind was stuck on cloud 7…
Thank heavens
That I’m still alive – staring into space
Just look at my sopping face…

I see no grace…I see only a pathetic face
In the mirror…….

This little dream of mine
Was rather sublime
I was a sweet boy, 
but now I’m sour like lime


If I were a bird, 
I'd fly away from my problems...

I'll flutter away
Without a care in the world...

I want to be happy-go-lucky...
But, I'm bound to submit to my 

Misery.............................


Details | Ballade | |

In defense of the chook



The chook defense

Now I’m no vegetarian
Though I’d like that this could be
At seventy I’ll never change
So I’m just stuck with me
And I really love’s me chook
In every kind of way
But now I’m in the mood I’m in
I just have this to say…..

If we’re going to eat these chooks
Don’t we owe them some respect
We treat them like commodities
But what I might reflect
Is, if we treat these creatures thus
That God placed on this earth
Then we neglect our very souls
And too our own self worth.

Those birds are treated so damn mean
How can one understand
This cruelty, are we then humane?
It don’t look too damn grand
And where’s the goodness in a food
That’s never seen the sun
So when we treat these birds like this
What damage have we done?

That chicken flue was scary, once
But who knows much at all
About the karma that can come
From things, unnatural.
It’s time for changes in this world
When dosh is not the ‘all’
And then humane might be a word
That’s truly wonderful

10 July 2013 @ 1301hrs.



Details | Free verse | |

The Bird that is Loved and Loathed

It burns and it stings.
It hurts.
More than drowning beneath 
the ice.
More than remaining in a 
kindled flame
She hits and I no longer cry.
Why mother, why? 

It burned and it stung.
The markings remained, 
returned, and were relived
Looking, loving, and little 
known loathing were the known 
ways of living.
Never was their pity for the 
child that cried
Never was their relief for the 
child that tried

You were that lovely bird that 
understood the complications of 
felicity 
Nothing looked the same in 
those dewy browns of yours.
My everbeating would cry tears 
of joy.
The others-they were yet to 
appear.
Caring Mother, o' so fair
 You were that beautiful bird 
filled with care.

The others came and were not 
alone. Their two suitors sat on 
the throne.
Rampage and rage why did you 
come?
I began to wither and wither 
slumping along. So very soon I-
the child of fines- became a 
human raceme. 
The droops of the Lily of the 
Valley became the slumping of 
my heart.
My lovely bird the enemy had 
taken you and the person you 
were is far from near.
For that divine nature left its 
intricate self and you became 
irretrievable my big bird.
All of your fairness died.
With that went my pride.
 
Mother, Mother what moved 
you so? 
Your intense spirt vanished only 
to supplement a monster. 
Mother, Monster and your tar 
filled lungs. 
How did I kill that liver that was 
so, so strong?
The lesson of pain was one you 
came to learn.
My darling bird why did you 
turn?
 
My lovely bird and your big 
brown eyes
I'll tell you once, but never 
twice.
Pain is only a flower for it 
blooms and dies
And a mistake can be killed as 
quickly as lice.
 You dear bird hurt me well. 
Though, haven't you heard?
Weakness is a souls greatest 
strength.
You brought me up, then you 
brought me down.
You haved helped, hurt, and 
hindered my blazing spirit.
A hero in my heart-I left you 
down in your deep black 
slumber. 
Escaping those terrible nights
To go for the town of delights. 


Details | I do not know? | |

The Bird

I watch the bird as it flutters by, 
I wish as a bird I too could fly,
To get away from the hurt and pain, 
To see up there what I can gain,
I'd like to see the world from up there, 
And never have to be worried scared, 
I wish I could be seen and heard, 
Just like that fluttering little bird!


Details | Free verse | |

The Caged Bird

Four white walls
and a bird,
trapped in steel cage
not free, not happy.
The walls they laugh,
closing in, holding
the bird hostage.
No windows,
no doors,
just four white walls
closing in,
on the caged bird.

I hear crying,
tears of sorrow,
so sweet, yet so sour.
It is the bird
trapped in the rusted cage-
No, just my soul
crying out,
for a warm embrace.

11-10-2013


Details | Rhyme | |

OZZIE THE OWL

Old Ozzie the owl has lost his twit a woo
Poor Ozzie doesn’t know what to do
He sits so solemnly in the gnarled oak tree
With his eyes shut tightly so he can’t see

He really doesn’t have a clue
Where he lost his twit a woo
An owl is considered to be a wise bird
But his twit a woo is no longer heard

His mates are worried about their friend
On his twit a woo they do depend
They miss old Ozzie’s familiar call
It was a warning sound for them all

They bring him meat and a tasty treat
And hope if Ozzie begins to eat
His voice may return and they will hear 
A loud twit a woo which his prey does fear

But their tasty food it doesn’t help
Old Ozzie lets out a pitiful yelp
At least he has a tiny voice
He would call out loudly if he had the choice

His wife says Ozzie we must find a cure for this
They bash beaks together in an owl like kiss
It’s time for the doctor Ozzie she says
And get you back to your twit a woo days

So off to the owl doctor Ozzie does fly
He’s very upset, you can guess the reason why
The doctor says he will take a look 
And writes a prescription in his little red book

Three times a day Ozzie must drink red wine
He likes this medicine it tastes so divine
His twit a woo returns like magic
Ozzie is happy, his life no longertragic

So if you see Ozzie sitting in the tree
He’s now as happy as can be
His twit a woo you can hear at night
Its haunting noise may give you a fright

08~01~14

Written for Night Owl Contest Sponsored by Kelly Deschler
~awarded 3rd place~


Details | Lyric | |

Walk On

If I could write a story,I'd write about the past.
The masks and all the words I was afraid to speak.
It would be a story without moral.
I've learned nothing from this journey.
The chapters would be short and simple
In the form of thoughts and riddles.

If I could write a poem to heal myself
I'd un-bandage these wounds
And let them bleed on my page.
I promised myself I wouldn't wait.
I wouldn't have hope but thanks to you
That's all I know.
I'd pack all these things and give them to you,
Because I know patience and love are both virtues.
But if you burned them as physical memories
You know I'd understand.

Wave steady and ignore the tragedy.
Torn between the stories and poetry.
Wave steady and ignore this disaster.
Rummage through the wreck and salvage what you can.
Walk around and hope that you never see
This fragile bird and his broken wings.

There's no shame to sing your favorite song
To save your life.
I'll sing all that I can sing,
And I'll say all that I can say
To make sure I turn out alright.

Walk on and ignore  this tragedy.
Torn between the stories and poetry.
Walk on and ignore this disaster.
Rummage through the wreck and salvage what you can.
Walk on and hope that you never see
This fragile bird and his broken wings.

And I'll sing all that I can sing.
I'll say all that I can say
To make sure I turn out alright.


Details | Elegy | |

FINAL NESTING BOX

You lay in the wooden cot,
a broken sparrow,
Crushed. Bony. Frail.
Hair once plumed gold,
greyed to clumped feathers
like ragged  trampled wings,
strawed out on the dank pillow.
Face once blushed pink plump,
Jolly kind of soft with life,
Sucked to bone. Nose to Beak.
Echoes of the mask it will soon become.

I stroked this woman 
now bent back to foetus pose.
Once sworled to shell, 
wrapped inside myself,
Safe.
Now boned to carcass stick.

I wanted to hold one more time,
my child, 
frightened the last air would puff to nought from its hollowed breast.
But my sparrow turned and smiled,
a grimace to crack open any gates of envisaged hell.
Macabre teeth, once glowing love and laughter to the skies,
Now pecked to ochre stalks.

The pitiful bird pained to move.
Mucous mouth clacked open wide
To receive some lasting morsel of life.
Only its beady blue gaze 
flashed a soul of its former self, 
eyes to haunt the sea.
I swallowed back my tide of tears,  
waves of memory flooding sands of life we’d shared,
from fledgling dawn cry to this,
the final nesting box.

I wanted to stuff this cot with down 
of a million eider.
To cosset and hold soft this scrawn, gnawed through. 
Pluck teal, goose, swan.
‘Who would have thought it would come to this?’ it croaked a laugh.
I matched smile with smile.
I held the tiny claw.
Desperate not to cling too much to pain, 
too much to past.

I wanted to wrap up this dying bird 
Limp, in my hanky.
White folded white, fold on fold.
Run through the streets
shouting at the world, at some unseen power.
NO. 
She’s mine. She’s safe. Take me. 
What cruelty did I do?  
What evil must be stuffed in this maternal breast
To hold this daughter dust in my arms?


Details | Free verse | |

Broken Heart Wing Bird

Broken-Heart-Wing Bird
Alone On Limb, So Scared
Lost The Skill To Fly
& Will To Live or Try
(Watch The Raindrops Cry)

Broken-Heart-Wing Bird
O' Have You Not Heard?
The Wind's Song Sung For You? ...
Across The Sky It Blew
(Lifting Higher Hopes Anew)

Broken-Heart-Wing Bird
ONE, Calling You Has Cared
Keeps You Safe From Harm
Caressed & Sheltered From The Storms
(Your Broken-Heart-Wing Form)

Broken-Heart-Wing Bird
Be Not Dismal Nor Deterred
If On Harsh Land, You're Grounded
JAH Will Float You On Faith Well-Founded
(in Aerial-Miracles Heaven's Son Surmounted)

Broken-Heart-Wing Bird
Beauty-Vision Be Not Blurred
If Confined To Empty-Nests
Take Twigs of Time To Conquer Tests
(and Let Broken-Heart-Wing Rest)

... Gain Strength, Wisdom & Wit
Eagle-Span, Horizon's Width
Let Beating In Breast Be Stirred
Get Better, Broken-Heart-Wing Bird
(GOD's Tree of Life For You Is Shared)

Stretch Your Feathers To The Sun
"Trust" Is A Light-Flight, Bidding "Come!"
and Love Is The Soaring, Wonder-Word
That Heals All Broken-Heart-Wing Birds
(Even From Death's Cages - We're Set Free & Spurred)

So Find Those Behind Dark Bars & Buried
Tell Aviaries Everywhere How You Were Carried!
Upon The Path - Straight & Narrow
Thru Your Single,  Sorrow-Arrow
(as A Broken-Heart-Wing Sparrow) ...

'Til The Broken-Heart-Wing Bird
Could Soar Again - Superb! ...


             Written & Copyrighted ©: 10/08/2012 
                         by:  MoonBee Canady





Details | Rhyme | |

Take me into the eternal Beauty

Oh take me into the eternal 
Beauty of that world
Where I can sing a melody 
Adoring you my love
Where I can feel the freshness of 
Your ever refreshing breath
And can dive deep in to the charming
Beauty of your eye’s depths
Where beauty can fire me to fly
Higher and higher
And poetry can become a Moon to
Inspire and inspire

Oh take me into the eternal 
Beauty of that world
Where I can sing a melody 
Adoring you my love
Where I can feel the fragrance of life
When others have lost their roads
And are gloomy and sad without Hope
Where music can fill me 
With the joy of love & eternal happiness
Where sound can bring peace 
In my mind and heart

Oh take me into the eternal 
Beauty of that world 
Where my lyrics can become 
A song of the singing bird Koyal* 
Where my faith can bring a smile
On sad and gloomy faces 
Like the smile of a new born child    

Oh take me into the eternal beauty 
Of that world
Where I can sing a melody
Adoring you my love
And can get lost till I feel
The freshness of your ever refreshing breath

Ravindra

Kanpur 29th Nov. 2009




*A melody singing bird of India (like the Nightingale of John Keats)
Koyal mainly sings in the season of spring.


Details | Rhyme | |

Heart's Weather

The black bird sat down on a branch of the tree,
Fluttering with the long wings above my head.
The sun hid away behind the peak slowly,
Leaving dreams and troubles of this day unsaid.

My empty room greeted me with faint murmur,
Curtains cut me off from curious neighbors.
The moon lit the stars; winds brought the good weather, 
Only my heart is full of clouds and showers.

Coffee in the small, fragile cup cooled long ago.
Like an insensitive stone, the phone seems to be.
My heart cries silently to express its sorrow.
Cold winds, and storms, and tearfall. It’s only me…

When the bird appears tomorrow and the sun,
When coffee cools again and my fears come back,
I’ll pray for a much more favorable season
With optimal temperature, without clouds in black.

But now I am like a spring tree that can’t blossom
For the frost inside I feel. I can’t fall asleep.
The wind strength and the rolling thunders are awesome.
Now I can only dream my forlorn dreams and weep…


Details | Rhyme | |

The Runaway Train

I can feel the rain coming in
And all this pain has caused me to sin
Doing my will against the will of my parents
I thought how I feel would become apparent
Since it's not, I'm a kid misunderstood
All my dad does is cry about the hood
How his life was just like a train 
Unstoppable with no one to blame
Death, Pain, and Tragedies
While I'm in my room thinking of strategies
I know why the caged bird sings
Because that bird knows that freedom rings


Details | Free verse | |

Early morning song

Dawn broke early one late fall morning 
A male cardinal bird came a calling
His chirps were so loud and excitable 
His color was a blaze of fire 
I could’t help but admire 
He moved quickly from limb to limb 
Where contuied to sing that sad hymn 
I know he was longing for his mate
At that time I began to relate 
His heart was unsettled 
While he looked through the trees so thickly settled 
The mate he loved had gone away 
Making that his worse day 
Bird’s mate for life 
He could never take on a new wife
It’s a sad song we all sing at one time 
But to watch him so furiously had to be unkind 
Nature has its way of healing pain
So mourning, even for a bird is not in vain 




Details | Ballad | |

hero of the abyss

The thriving carnage reigns over the land
with A chaos tortured brand
on top of the Abyss in which it stands 
Along the side it  taints the mist
Where the var gan lays quist
A tower of the mardend pulootion
wearing the scare of it's alootion
I prasie it's uptight quiff landing
Upon the dare the darkness grows
A woumped it skialivise's it's understanding
A place noted black where the quarrel's flow
The floor shifting the shipped fool in motion
In a rooom spiting tenthly death's devotion
All houses pertained in dark narshaw
Seated in moggy filled courtyard's ashamed flaw
The bird blindingly snaring it's setting moutain peek
Seeing the window panes narrow in pale
As the nightingale sings it's call uni did pa real
Then comes to this decisions it feels 
Once stored it was ready to unfold it's possessive glave
A nor-ct feared  Appering face
All halls filled with noise 
opening the coffins mace
while the welder posted his poise
The break in deaths tower sets in his spirit
The nightingale sitting bluntly watching
Sing bird why have u called on me


Details | I do not know? | |

Wounded Bird

The bird sits on the ledge,
 wanting so much to fly further than the edge of the yard.

The poor little bird fancy's a long holiday, 
an excursion far, far away.

It's wings have been clipped preventing longer flight.  

It must content itself to sitting on the ledge and dreaming. 

Maybe one day its dream will come true.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

A Bird in a Cage

There is a little bird that sings sad songs in her tiny wicker cage,
Her prison is situated against the side of a cold flint napped wall,
My heart and my thoughts understand how miserable and alone she feels,
She dreams of her past times when she was free in a sweet June valley.

Remembering glittering waters, green buds take her back to happy days,
When blossom filled the boughs of pear trees and sweet hawthorn hedges,
Flying, landing among brand new leaves sipping cool dew in the mornings,
Grass full of sweetest flowers bluebells, swinging and ringing, all gone.

The caged bird remembers careless days and hates her captivity and cage,
When living in the woods was fun, so much to do good friends all around,
But she got caught and put in a cage she was not watching a sad mistake,
It swells her heart almost to bursting she lost her freedom one sunny day. 

A man sits on a wall listening to the birds sad songs he understands why,
He had been a prisoner for many years in a country miles across the sea,
So he creeps up to the cage and opens the door for the poor little bird,
Flying out she hoovers to the man as she tweets there is a tear in her eye.


Details | Lyric | |

A Song of Freedom

A bird forgotten in a rusty cage
Waking up to see the last of day
A broken wing that whispers of a war
To be let out is all he’s hoping for

All alone without a will to breathe
Too afraid to finally fall to sleep
Nothing left so he begins to sing
The dancing rhythm granting life within

Another heart that sings of other lives
So universal it transcends all time
Another tune to free an empty soul
The lonely bird now understands and grows

So he wakes with patience and a song
The bird remembers what it is to long
The deeper that his music comes to be
The more the bird desires to be free

The bird decides to share his greatest work
A song of freedom stronger than despair
His music travels over open plains
He keeps on singing even in his pain

His final note now reaches every ear
His final breath has emptied every fear
The bird has finally left his rusty cage
The bird, once broken, has truly found the day