Thursday, February 23, 2012

Poem #725

Caged 

Cold embrace of stolen liberty, 
It grasps him tight, ensnares his heart. 
He beats his wings against the bars, 
Made of iron, dark as night. 

Every day with wings spread wide, 
Every day he cried and cried. 

His voice calls out in the silent expanse, 
With aching tone and melodious grief. 
But faith and hope always prevail, 
In faint echoes of the joy wrenched from this plight. 

Every day with wings spread wide, 
Every day he tried and tried. 

His song never fails, not once is it lost, 
Nor does it fade into hardhearted emptiness. 
Songs of hope, of love, of trust. 
Fight for freedom. Find the light. 

Every day with wings spread wide, 
The chains of sorrow he defied. 

Day to night find strength inside, 
And forever with you I’ll abide. 
My darling creature, with wings spread wide, 
On the wind you soon will ride. 

Every day with wings spread wide, 
Forever in peace and sovereignty glide.

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