-=* The Bird Who Sings For Me *=-

A pretty bird, all filled with song,

Her cage a lovely cell.

She sang each sunlit mornings,

with her notes clear as a bell.

She sang of life, and joys untold,

she'd seen through golden eyes.

But most of all she sang a song

of freedom in the skies.

And then one day, a new voice came,

and listened to her plea.

It told her if she sang

a special tune she'd soon be free.

The pretty bird responded,

all her heart and soul aflame.

And afterward door was wide,

Her freedom finally came.

But every day, she sings inside

the golden cage above.

For though the door is open wide,

she stays there...out of love.