Saturday 5 May 2012

Caged bird


It isn’t love, to harm the heart that loves you,
It isn’t love, it can never be true….
It isn’t being a man to lash out this way,
One day, you’ll understand, one day….

It isn’t a lesson taught when you rise your fist,
It is mere pain inflicted, pain as thin as the mist,
It isn’t being a husband to sit there waiting,
See, all this was bound to be happening….

It isn’t fair, maybe, that you are all alone now,
But it wasn’t fair to hit us this way somehow,
Nothing in a life such as ours was right,
But look up at the sky, see the future ahead and bright….

Your limitations you may still overcome,
I am stuck with the memory of all that was done,
Your anger you may one day get a hold of tightly,
And still I would recall what made us unhappy…

See your birds in their cages of wood so dark,
Listen to them, captivity left its mark
On their heart, their soul, they are sad,
Just as my refusal to listen made you once so mad….

But remember that what you once had, happiness,
You may get again if only you learned from all this mess,
Hold you hand in fits of anger,
Remember that the ones you love, will always remember…


No I do not truly hate you,
It was in fact also my fault too,
For listening to you, let you get your way,
And I hope we both know true happiness one day….


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