Ripped from His Arms
I am a bird that’s been dumped in a zoo
brightly colored, where everyone can see
an attraction, fluttering and new
A life given, a life taken from me
Others came with me, eyes of earth and sky
voices that drown out the numbness i feel
too many watching, unable to cry
put on a smile, or be their next meal.
Afraid to speak, every word comes out wrong
a sad bird, no longer able to sing
one bird left behind, he cries for her song
She has lost him, she has lost everything
the bird who was taken, is all alone
wishing she knew which road would lead back home
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