The Wingless Bird

A wing less bird in a cage of rust

Dreams of flight in to the wild

Far away from the smoke and dust

Towards a gentle country side

Until the feathers grow again

Or the cage to rust to ground

The mare of time shall gallop by

Leaving behind a bag of bones

So dream and wander while ye may

That which is free of chains and bars

Sleep at night and dream for day

When the wolf of the wild calls

Within the walls of a dungeon

A haunted whisper echoes in dark

“Burn me down when I die” it says

Then scatter me to the winds of north

There are some places I’ve seen

With the eyes of a wild Hawk

In to nature I’ve been

And smelt the smell of ageing rocks

We wrote our names on paper planes

And flew them off the roofs

When the rain came pouring down

We floated paper boats

It’s time to put the dreams

On the horse and gallop fast

As long as fortune gleams

As long as freedom lasts

[Wanderer]