i’m
free
as a
lark
don’t
cage me
in
w/ promises
of
luxury
& protection
from the
wind
i made
my own
nest
for seasons
to come
blessed by
the
rain
&
tamed by
the
sun
don’t tempt
me
fickle boy
w/ ure
delectable
treats
only to cast
me
onto the
street
once ure
fancy wanes
& the moon
changes
peaks
let me
sing
for u
softly
from my
hallowed
retreat
i can coax
from my throat
any sound
that u
ask
ure
willing
songstress
awaits the
task
so please
cut this
ribbon
tied to my
feet
my sprit is
broken
i feel too
weak
i’ve lost sight
of the crumbs
back to my
perch
back to my
altar
back to my
church
if i promise
to stay
will it
comfort u
will u
sweep me
away
in ure
tearful
monsoon
to sing of
our sorrows
happily
in
tune
as
two
untamed
birds
with
volumes
to
croon