Little Bird

Little Bird,  what happened?
why are you here  locked in this  prision beside me?
your beautiful yellow feathers were painted by the sun for you to fly  by the blue sky
you small and delicate wings
would have to be beside the wind
floting by the paradise
somebody stole the liberty of your life
behind bars I can see you sad
like the thief that never robbed,
like the killer that never killed
like a birth without a soul
you are looking at me
I can see you and feel  you die
we both know how it feels
but neather of us can scape
because the storm would give us to the  grave
Little  bird, I hear you singing
but what are you saying?
I just feel  it like a opera for my soul
don't  ever put away your hope call

someday we'll run away

to the promise land.