Songbird

A songbird it's a sin to kill

It just looks pretty and sings

It harms no one and does no ill.

Only happiness it brings

Once I trapped one, luring it with lies

When I caught it, I clipped its wings

Now it no longer flies

I took away all its dreams

For years in a cage it was kept

A creature once so full of cheer

Being a bird it never wept

But it always shook, full of fear

Boughten food it does adore

With its liberty it pays for it

But its native songs, it sings no more

Quiet on its perch it does sit

Paying little attention to its needs

I didn't notice when its feathers grew back

It's door left open, while putting in seeds

It flew out through the crack

It won't return to its wire home

Although it ligers cautiously about

It no longer sings nor does it roam

It doesn't eat, it looks at everything with doubt

Not at home in the place of its birth

And unable to return to its cage

It soon will leave this mortal earth

And to the angels its songs engage