Fog settled down, the whitish hue which had trapped the wind, mildly undressed, setting her free. There are some cages which keep you safe, there are some which set you free, there are some who are caged within the prisoner - but they all tie you down - keep a part of you - cause the prisoner is the soul of the cage and what is a cage if not for the prisoner.
So why seek freedom - i ask ? Why such hue and cry - when the cage caresses wounds - she puts me to sleep - she's full of stories and songs - of her longings and all that`s locked up with her - being a cage is not easy she says - people despise her - she`s sad.
I wouldn`t join the world`s chorus about the cliched freedom - for my mind seeks out the cage, wants to cage it within myself - for then i`ll be cage and i`ll be the prisoner too and then won`t both of us be free - for our freedom is in setting our love free -
setting the cage free.
Hdk
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So why seek freedom - i ask ? Why such hue and cry - when the cage caresses wounds - she puts me to sleep - she's full of stories and songs - of her longings and all that`s locked up with her - being a cage is not easy she says - people despise her - she`s sad.
I wouldn`t join the world`s chorus about the cliched freedom - for my mind seeks out the cage, wants to cage it within myself - for then i`ll be cage and i`ll be the prisoner too and then won`t both of us be free - for our freedom is in setting our love free -
setting the cage free.
Hdk
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