A caged bird sings again
of empty airs so free
It's song knows not of when
this bird forgot its tree
How the bird continually sings
of such long forgotten things
It remembers only the tune
under this night's darkest moon
The song drifting as a ghostly truth
that haunts the desolate air
Storm clouds loom a shadow-proof
the heavens must be elsewhere
Lightning strikes to smite the
bird beyond the wire cage
Winds roar and gust to spite the
song that drowns within its rage
The storm dies soon, & silence stays
Night devoid of tune, distills the end of days
But still somewhere far from here
a sound resounds, and dark fogs clear
As a caged bird sings again
of empty airs so free
It's song decries of when
this bird forgot its tree
How the bird continually sings
of such long forsaken things
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