Does love not seem like a fallen bird?
Its wings shattered, never to soar,
Imprisoned in a cage, unseen, unheard,
Under the grasps, of fate, for ever more?
Does love not seem like this bird in pain?
Not knowing what its future or destiny means,
With freedom to lose, yet only sorrows to gain,
Possessing no hope... Just forgotten dreams?
Love... Does it not seem like a bird within its cage?
Like... A story unfinished, a half-turned page?
When I think of this bird, I hear my heart's cries,
Its freedoms of love, are all but just lies...
And now, as I gaze to these skies above,
My heart thinks of sorrows, of imprisoned love,
However it struggles, however it tries,
Love, is a caged bird, that will never, fly...
