Fluttering in its cadge, looking up to me dark black eyes like oil
Ruffled white, flapping its wings
I see it but hear nothing
It flaps but I feel nothing
Cringing as it flies into the bars, I know it sees them and I ach as I know its reason
Freedom
It’s a heart in a cadge
As it flies away can you hear the air beneath its wings
As it sings in search of love, can you hear its voice
Fitting only to be a dove
Fitting only to be free
