In her thoughts she stood
and as she stood her thoughts became louder
Why you wanna fly, Blackbird? Why do you ?
It’s the worse pain to know that her wings are broken
and as she stood under the gloomy sky on a branch
She saw a tempt of blue then a voice behind her whispered low
Sweet blackbirds will never die, they always fly and never ask why.
As she dived in without her wings, her soul comes alive and as she bask
in the light that appeared, the Black bird has just flown without her wings;
Beyond the skies
She is indeed free at last. Free from you.
What is life other than a cage. The black bird is free at Last.
By: Your’s truly