Molded as a prized hen Jump how high You tell me when.
Caged existence Take it away Say I won't miss this.
Free birds die young by their own hand or escaping your thumb?
Chained melody Sing the song dance senselessly.
You tell me this is free How great it is I'm me. Yet it was you who painted inside my box. It is you holding the keys to my locks.
Living in your world, a facade to my true sight. Open the doors break out of the cage Wings primed for their first flight.
Lone the feather floating from the heavens To brush across our cheek Gracing the lowly and the meek. While the rhythm moves in folds of sevens.
Waited or fated locked away escalated. Barefoot running Jump when you hear the wind coming.
True living is done on the breeze. Reclusive way makers - rabble rousers and meeting makers. Steps of gold come with ease.
Blessings in fours. Can't ask for much more. Corners and points welcoming to the tour.
Blank slates seem great If you have the heart To write your fate.Â
~Ruby L.S.~
