We are like two birds in a cage.
Feathered, colored,
of lives trapped in an iron gate.
But thoughts that could fly,
and dreams that were untamed.
No fear of claws of the raven,
but of the angel in disguise.
But if I fly,
I would take take you with me.
But would you do the same?
Or you would just disappear?
Because you are a free bird.
Hope I'm not just a companion of the cage,
because I'm waiting for that flight.
Spread my wings again,
and sing the sweet song of freedom,
not the melancholic separation.
Will you stay if I ask you to?
