Trapped in a cage, someplace dark,
Is a dove that longs to spread her wings.
Trapped in a cage, someplace cold,
Dust old decades, clings.
With time which came,
With time which went,
With sorrows and joys of yore.
Trapped in a cage
With crippled wings
Lie nectar memories galore.
She once was free,
She once soared high,
All now is a faint blur.
The dove, she weeps,
With a heavy heart,
When stops tomorrow to haunt her?
Is it the blade of the dagger of mortality
That taunts her in that abyss?
Her heart is all that beats right now,
Tears hide the forgotten face of bliss.
In her mind, in her soul,
In her being as told
She breathes hopeful fantasy in that cage.
Matters not, if lives she now,
For all eternity, of her grimacing hope,
That fire shall rage, rage, and rage.