The sparrow sings in another tower
I know I cannot fly
It was love that shut me here
And told me I must die
In dreaming of a prince, I know
I threw away my wings
Forever lost beyond the thorns
Adorned with pretty things
Watching from behind the glass
A silent statue head
Observing my prince solemnly
He dances with the dead
Is this the way it’s meant to be?
Sealed behind a door
Why ever did you leave me here
To sleep forevermore
The sparrow sings for us, my dear
I sang for you in vain
Flying from this prison, love
To dance with you again.
Sunday, 20 April 2008
The Sparrow
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2 comments:
I write poems too but have no idea what to do with them! I might let them sit on my computer until I die, then people can bask in my greatness...
orrrr, you could publish them...
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