This poem is dedicated to two friends and their situations
The ringing that comes and goes just as well
Is between you and me and no one else
When soft delicacy begins to swell
But it's still there, the ringing and the bells
The bird can not fly and is too fragile
But its mother will not bear to take cries
And the bird is confined to the capsule
But it looks for comfort and is denied
No shoulder is wept upon for this bird
So it must strike back or die being used
By the people who should have cared not fear
And the lonely adventure is to muse
Because it's what to be done for you now
Not staying back and going with the flow
