Dreaming Bird

  • The little bird, frightened by the bird cage
    Changed nothing, did nothing but cried
    The one that is trapped is the heart
    Even if it didn't run away, it forgot how to sing on the spot

    Gazing at the broken wing won't bring back it's original state
    What can be done with what has been left
    In the palm of my hands must be assured

    It cannot accomplish the task of flying to that place
    In that case, at least let this singing voice reach it
    Even if I might not become a goddess that can heal all it's wounds
    It will find the peace like when the sunlight filters through the leaves
    There is nothing to fear, the you who is on the other side of the blue sky
    And I am singing to you, to you