Flights Of Fancy

Fly away.
Fly far.
Fly fast.
Dont look back, dont cry.

Fly away, little bird, fly far away, this cage has grown too small.
The feathers that gleamed so brightly have faded as they fell.
Bright eyes that shone so bright have grown so dim and still.
Or stay and become trapped once more, a living, loathing doll
In the cage where life was tarnished, leaving the prison grey and dull.

Stay here.
Stay near.
Stay safe.
Lay down now and die.