Leonard Cohen


Bird On The Wire


Like a bird on the wire,
like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
Like a worm on a hook,
like a knight from some old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee.
If I, if I have been unkind,
I hope that you can just let it go by.
If I, if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you.

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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  • Lee Crowell (6/9/2009 2:05:00 PM)

    I love this poem but it irritates me to see it here in a botched version
    obviously Mr Cohen didn't post it himself

    what happened to the lines:
    'like a beast with it's horn
    like a baby stillborn
    I have torn everyone who's reached out to me'
    ? ? ? (Report) Reply

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