There's a Pretty Bird that was born in a cage,
She'd sing beautiful songs and pose on her little bird stage,
Her owner took her place to place and put her on display,
Hues of blue,
Now quickly turning grey.
Her owner decided it's now time to throw this bird away,
Tossed out the cage,
She'd never flown before,
So on the ground she laid.
The blues were now the only songs she had left to sing,
laying dying on the ground she feared what life had left to bring.
The night was long,
The night was cold,
This bird's story wasn't over for her heart was both strong and bold.
Alas the Golden Dawn came,
Bringing gifts of courage and strength,
This little bird would never be the same.
She spread her wings and with all her might,
She tried and tried until alas she took off in flight!
Flying high into the morning sky,
Towards the heavens,
To the Cage she said Goodbye.
Wednesday, March 31, 2021