Song Bird

I look out of this little cage and see what the world is like
I see all the things that everyone else sees,
I just see them in a different light
Because as the light filters in for my eyes
They must adjust from fractures, broken splinters
I know I cannot leave this cage
I just wish someone would fly in
 
You can rattle these bars and shake these bones
But you’ll never get what’s left of me, the best of me
You’ve trapped me here and I’m good but it’s bad
See, I’ve got these little seeds wrapped around my feet
See, I’ve got these paper chains wrapped around my sleep
And I wouldn’t trade them for anything
Anything
 
I stood up one day and took a peek beyond
Past all of the deep pain and window panes
I saw a little bird and invited her in
Because I felt the invisible pull of connection
And now my soul must adjust from the fractures, broken splinters
I wished for her and she came
I know she has to come and go

She can rattle these bars and shake these bones
She’ll get what’s left of me, the best of me
She sees my trap, knows the good and the bad
Understands I’ve got these little seeds wrapped around my feet
Acknowledges I’ve got these paper chains wrapped around my sleep
Knows I wouldn’t trade them for anything
Anything
 
But still, every day she flies back
Every day she sings to me