Bird in a Cage

Once there was a bird of gold,

Dreaming skies it couldn’t hold.

In a cage of love and care,

It sang of freedom in the air.

The keeper watched, afraid to lose,

The light he couldn’t dare to choose.

He fed it joy, he fed it pain,

Till both forgot what was the chain.

Fly, little fire, don’t wait for the door,

The wind remembers what wings are for.

Every echo fades, but truth will stay —

Love can hold, or love can stray.

Seasons passed, the cage grew wide,

Yet still a line on either side.

The bird looked out with silver eyes,

And saw the keeper realize.

To love is not to keep it near,

But to release what you hold dear.

He opened hands that used to bind,

And felt the wind unchain his mind.

Fly, little fire, don’t wait for the door,

The wind remembers what wings are for.

Every echo fades, but truth will stay —

Love can hold, or love can stray.

When silence sang, the heart could hear,

What loss reveals — the sound sincere.

Forever isn’t what remains,

It’s what returns through open chains.

Fly, little fire, your song’s still mine,

In every dawn where hearts align.

Freedom whispers through what we give —

To love is not to own, but live.