little lady, little bird
with your broken wings
i don't know what you heard
but i can hear you sing
and if you listen to my words
maybe it won't sting
locked up in a cage
safe from the weather
tiny little rage
with your tiny little feather
the world's your stage
can we perform together?
stop looking around
you won't find the key
the chains are bound
i'm not letting you free
with thorns you're crowned
won't you stay with me?
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I wrote this on a napkin in the student union this morning. I'm debating on whether or not to add a another and last stanza, so I might edit it later.
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