You're a little bird in my hand,
I could crush you to sand
Right here where I stand
Or I could let you free
I explore your eyes so kind
Trying to make up my mind
Killing you would give me
Nothing but power, you see
Then again, from your flight
I'd gain just a sight
Of a bird so free
And a man so weak
So for now I put you in a cage
This will now be the stage
Of your bliss and rage
While you slowly age
You are nobody's else
And yet you are not mine
Your pretty eyes don't shine
Like they used to
I could crush you to sand
Right here where I stand
Or I could let you free
I explore your eyes so kind
Trying to make up my mind
Killing you would give me
Nothing but power, you see
Then again, from your flight
I'd gain just a sight
Of a bird so free
And a man so weak
So for now I put you in a cage
This will now be the stage
Of your bliss and rage
While you slowly age
You are nobody's else
And yet you are not mine
Your pretty eyes don't shine
Like they used to
The fragile little bird
Even if not yours
Might come back to you
Because of the gift of freedom
It might stay with you
And it's eyes would shine again
So warm and grateful
Kādēļ nav iespējams uzrakstīt siltu klusumu, kādā vārdi dažreiz cilvēkus atstāj? Like your poem left me thinking and i just couldn't keep quiet though i don't know what could i say too but how touching it is. :)