Will a nightingale still sound as sweet,
Once a gilded cage has bound its feet?
Will she still desire her lungs to sing,
Once her master has clipped short her wings?
Will she cry out for her longed release?
Days gone past, will her tears yet cease?
Will she ever sound like she once did call?
After her wings once again grow tall?
Will she fight?
Will she cry?
Will she sing her song?
Will her sorrow soaked melody still prolong?
Will the nightingale still sound so sweet,
When once again, the sky she greets?
Author's note:
'A Lost Melody' is about how the worlds contraints and pains can taint beautiful things this world has to offer. I hope you enjoy and I welcome constructive criticism as I'm new to this world of creative types :) Thanks
