Cage
He taught her how to fly and soar
only to break her wing.
And he could've saved her when she fell
but decided to do nothing.
Instead he locked her in a cage,
refused to tend her wing.
So she refused to ever fly again
and refused to ever sing.
So she was forced to watch him snap
and break himself to pieces.
She'd give anything to tend to him,
but he was her strongest weakness.
She sat there hurting in her cage,
the pain so deep, it stung.
She rocked herself and closed her eyes.
Quietly to herself, she sung.
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