B Bush
"Untitled"
Here, you see my hands are tied,
For years ago, my father lied
And locked me in my cage.
I'm chasing trails of hollow promises.
It's lonely here
I'm kept alive (somehow)
Only to survive (somehow)
Never to revive.
Free-falling
My dreams of you are made of stone
Im trapped here (muzzled)
And I'm quite alone
Free-falling
Your tender smile is fading
From my memory....
I'd like to think that there's an end
From waiting on my friend
With a key to let me out and wander free.
Falling from this world
Like a leaf falls from a tree.
Posted February 27, 1997
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