“Can you love a caged bird?” she asked, she looked serious and she didn’t smile.
I put my pen down, I looked up at her… the bird hadn’t chirped… I thought it had been a while.
As I fumbled for an answer, not knowing what to say,
She proceeded to ask me once more, today she was going to have her way.
“Can you love a caged bird? And if you do, how can you?”
“Wouldn’t the bird’s freedom mean something to you… if your love was true?”
I still had no answer, I looked into her deep eyes,
I was a caged bird once… I can still remember the cries.
As I walked towards the cage to set my bird free at last,
She took sometime, but she flew away and with her flew away my past.