Dark Dreams and Happy Minds

My Pretty Bird

Fly away my pretty bird

Fly, fly to be free

At least you can be free. But not me.

I will stay here.

Beaten. Abused.

I am broken.

My feathers trimmed.

But you are gorgeous.

You are perfect.

You can just keep on singing.

Be happy. Be loud.

My pretty bird.

For you have hope.

Something I have long forgotten.

An emotion lost in a distant past.

I am left.

Alone. In the dark.

Soaring proudly in the skies.

Not even gravity to you applies.

Nothing to hold you down or back.

Freedom. For you at last.

I am bound in black chains.

They burn and cut. And cause the pain.

I cannot go. I cannot move.

But my pretty bird

You can fly home.