All alone in my little bird cage,
I sit and ponder like a man of old age. The clock tick tocks by and I think with a sigh what I would do if I could fly. Up and up into the night sky.
I let out a sad and bloody cry.
I wake up all alone and I think about home.
As I lay in my dark, empty bed,
I think about what my mother had said.
I wished I could go back to that page.
All alone in my little bird cage.
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Quotes and Poetry
PoetryThe poetry is my own, but the quotes are from books that I love and have influenced my life.
