Caged Birds

Heaven breaking free again

As we birds are soaring once again,

And see the village greens

And the promising scenes

Of a new day. No more delay,

No more burnt hay

In our barn of hope. Chaos concealed

By our traumas of faulty

Promises are now seen

And we’re becoming serene

Over the deep blue salty

Oceans of a renewed promise.

Knowing the magic oil

That boils away what’s false

To truth that shines new rays,

No more delays:

We have more to say.