The Little Sparrow

The Little Sparrow

A Poem by Marguerite
"

the price of innocence

"

The caged little sparrow

Broken wings, can't fly

Shackled to her cage

Her hope bled dry

 

 

The caged little sparrow

In heart remained young

While living in a prison

Of songs never sung

 

 

The caged little sparrow

On one fateful night

Got a glimpse of a ray

Of something called light

 

 

The caged little sparrow

Dared dream of this sight

And the promises made

By the rays of the light

 

 

The caged little sparrow

Started to sing

Light whispered words

Of what freedom would bring

 

 

The caged little sparrow

Planed her escape

Light promised protection

Her life would safe

 

 

The caged little sparrow

Trusted the light

The promises made

She held with her might

 

 

The caged little sparrow

Broke the lock of the cage

Willing broken wings

To fly where its safe

 

 

The caged little sparrow

Flew day and night

Searching for the rays

Of safetys light

 

The caged little sparrow

Spent months in the air

Pursued by her capture

Lights ray never there

 

 

The caged little sparrow

Exhausted by flight

Turned to her captor

For life did she fight

 

 

The caged little sparrow

Won freedom that day

Alone and abandoned

By lights promised ray

 

 

The free little sparrow

Heard a voice late night

Calling, beautiful bird

Do you remember the light

 

 

The free little sparrow

Answered in reply

Enchanted by the ray

Forgetting its lies

 

 

The free little sparrow

Flew to lights home

Looking out at a world

Where she was free to roam

 

 

The free little sparrow

Took in all she could see

Perched in her home

Where she was finally free

 

 

The free little sparrow

Decided one day

To venture outside

And fly with lights ray

 

 

The free little sparrow

Encountered lights rage

That day she discovered

Her home... a glass cage

 

 

 

© 2008 Marguerite


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poor little sparrow, sweet and kind, left it's come to find freedom but found only another cage by another master filled with rage. Poor little sparrow.

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Added on September 11, 2008

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Marguerite
Marguerite

Stockton, CA



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