Like a bird, I sat in a cage
Waiting for your attention
Each day I watched as you walked by
Not knowing my intention
The cage – prison of security,
of my very own invention
I cooed, I squawked, I made a mess
Longing for some intervention
I waited and wondered,
why not sing with me?
A song of our invention
An ounce of prevention
Is worth a pound of cure
However, understanding that
seems beyond comprehension
My sorrow grew strong
My patience grew thin
My needs, only
Fostering dissension in the end
So now your gone,
Flew the coop
This nest is mine alone
I will sing my song
And sing it strong
Being left in isolation
And strong conviction