A Fractured World

The free bird
Leaps on the back of the wind
That flows down stream

'Til the currents end

Dips his wings in the orange sun-rays
And dares to claim the sky

A bird that stalks
Down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped
And his feet are tied
He opens his throat to sing

A man that sings with fearful trill
Of the things unknown
Longed for still
His tune is heard
On the distant hill

Caged bird
Sings of freedom

The frame of things from another breeze
Winds fading softly through the sighing trees

This man stands on a grave of dreams
His shadow shouts from his nightmare
Screaming, his wings are clipped, his feet are tied
Consumed by error
Trapped 'til the end

Awakes to reality
When he sings
Of
Being set free
Freedom

Running
Trying to escape
From his end
He is restrained

There's no escape from this world
When he tries
He is restrained

This wasteland is desolate