It aches within the breast wanting to be let out
Of the cage built to contain it, singing of release,
Of new pathways, of its trueness in a world that
Would rather not hear its song, we like formulaic
Control that tells us we are safe, but we have only
Surrendered to the bars that enclose us from the
True melody lines of wayward song that flies
In the sky, on the wind, in the air, on the laughing
Ripples of the stream that sparkle in the release
Of sunlight burst with the flavors of running
Away and into loves arms which we miss
Behind the safe bars of limits which only bind