Who is really looking in and who is looking out.... |
I stand here on this perch and it seems that no one cares I just stand here and wait until some one goes by All I get are is funny looks form kids and adult empty stares will anyone actually notice if I fall and die. I get up early in the morning and sing my sweet songs The breakfast table fixed for royalty It seems my songs are only noises no one will ever know Where's is the love and loyalty. Look, everyone I can spread my wings Flapping, feathers flying everywhere And look here I can jump up to the swing No one looks, no one cares. I remember when smiling faces looked at me Changes of water and food, giving me a name My master didn't address himself as me but as we Polly is what's left nothing seems the same. It's like everything has changed and I am all alone The family although near seems so far I'm not even sure if this is where I belong I wish I can break out through these bars. The only movement in my life is from the table to the window Teasing me with the nature I will never taste Looking at things and people that to me are so unknown I rush back and forth, like I was chased. Then I hear songs just like mine I see creatures flying in the sky Am I losing my mind What are those creatures flying by? They must be in the same cage as my family Going around in circles like chickens without a head I should be grateful and sit here happily Where I am at I have nothing to dread. As the breakfast table is cleared and everyone walks away I scratch my head and groom myself For soon the sun will be my yesterday And say good night to that enormous cage. I'm glad I'm free To do as I please Fly, drink and eat I'm glad I am me. Look at me I can dance to life's beat And fly to no where This perch beneath my feet And those cold stares Although I feel so unhappy I am happy I am me The world in that cage is worst off then me Still tomorrow I'll get up and my sweet song I'll sing. As my day comes to an end I'll still love my family and friends Oh, I am so glad I am me Because this is the way it has to be. I still don't know what I am I was told I was a bird Still I keep my stand If I were a bird, then why are you in a cage. By: Toni Love |