A Freedom longed for .

A Freedom longed for. 

To be your caged bird, a wingless,  flightless bird of trill, whom sings of a freedom,  but winds up still, no chorus,  nor choir,  and never sing, to a presentation of suffering, ode to vanity whose birds deny,  to spread their wings, and watch them fly, To covered songs a muffled breath, the freedom longed for after death,  to sanctuary,  heaven,  and abroad,  that fair bird, as that fair lord.