Cage

The body is but a cage. The soul, its imprisoned bird. God is the doorkeeper. And people...well, mere people.

Mister doorkeeper
Open it prithee, open it
So I could
Step on the ground
Fly with the wind
Sing along the leaves
Whistle for the sun
Mister doorkeeper!

What was my crime
For you kept me a prisoner
In a golden cage surely
Still I kept suffocating
Whose culprit am I known as
Why am I called a heartbreaker
When will my tears be visible
How do I prove to you my innocence

Mister doorkeeper
Will you please release me
And I shall be grateful
For nature's whiff in my breath
While a breeze gently blows my feathers
As my wings guide me to peaks
Will my heart still be thumping
Or would Time just stand still

Hear my plea, O Wanderers!
Forgive my whims, O Saints!
Clean my wound, O Hakims!
Let me free.

Reviews

[Blake Fodor]

This is a cool piece. good job

[akihsna]

Thank you so much!