Nightingale: Small voice, Big Song.. Fly..

'I never thought we would end up here in separate cages. It doesn't go like this, you've left out some pages ... Hey, don't you know what it means, when I say Hey. See it in my face, I'm breaking. I'd waited for so long just to know, that you would have wrapped yourself around me if you could let go...  I never know what to do with my hands, so I'll put them behind my back ... behind my back .. put them behind my back' 

She is a nightingale

A nightingale with a small voice

A small voice but a big song

A big song she sang for only him

Him, the one she cherished so

So in his cage she remained

Remained and sang her song

Her song of promise and hope

Hope that everything was possible

Possible only if one sought to

But alas, eventually her song was painful

For the cage owner did not want her song

'Not now, not now', was what he said

'But why, but why', she asked confused

'Not ready, not ready', was his reply

Her spirits sunk, her knees ached

'I want you though, I really do', said he

'Oh no you don't, you're disillusioned', said she

For if he really did, he would at least try

Try because nothing was ever set in stone

‘Cause everybody knows, that nobody really knows
How to make it work, or how to ease the hurt
We’ve heard it all before, that everybody knows
How to make it right, I wish we gave it one more try
... She sang, in her small voice, her big song

And she wondered why he ever sang along to her tune

And she wondered why she ever sang along to his tune

And she wondered why she was still in his cage

His heart was heavy

Why did she not understand ...

You come for me in the worst of places
You come for me, you come and try to take me home
I'm always in need and it's hard to be reciprocating
The fabric of our life gets torn
And everything's changing so how am I to know
How I'm going to hold on to you 

When I'm spinning out of control
You and I together

Her knees still bled

Feathers provided no warmth

She wondered if his words were an attempt

To put band aids on her wounds

Yet somehow they added insult to injury

How selfish of him to still want her in his cage

When he knew there was no point

So she decided to save herself, to save them

She spread her wings and kicked at the door

Poised for her flight, only to return when all was well

When scabs fall and wounds are healed

Her voice returns: small voice, big song

She would have forgotten her old song

She will sing a different tune

A song of friendship

She will find another in her former home

And she will smile, hoping this new bird

This new bird will not also have to fly away

Hope another bird helps him realize

That one works hard for what they really want

' I'm sorry I can't steal you, and I'm sorry I can't stay ...  I hope to find you are doing better, better than today, better everyday.'


~ Inspired by a lot of things. I was in my Economics class... monotonous voices do not entertain me, so i blogged. Thank God for powerpoint slides :-)
~ John Legend - Everybody Knows
   Ryan Adams - Everybody Knows
~ Picture by Nightingale Girl (Caged Nightingale)
~ 'Relationship is not charity' - Anonymous ...lmao!