• I found an injured bird, down beside the lake.
    I took it home and locked its cage, making a big mistake.
    I wraped it's wing in bandages, thinking maybe it'll do.
    My friends told me it was pointless, but I kept it through and through.
    I thought that it would never fly, because of its broken wing.
    But I think I mostly kept that bird, because of the songs it would sing.
    I never named the bird, I couldn't get attachted.
    Maybe it was a mamma bird, whose eggs will never hatch.
    One day I deicided to free it from it's cage.
    It gave me a look of happiness, not a look of rage.
    I didn't think it would last long, not being able to fly.
    But the bird surprised me as I watched it fly away, up into the sky.