Songbird

Lone on the road another year.
Don’t look back
no time to cry.
Tell the tales
they wish to hear.
Play the pleasing music once again.

Tear your heart out
make them smile.
They own you now, you know.
They put you in
your gilded cage
and they possess the key.

Primp your feathers
now’s the time.
Tortured songbird,
prisoner of the road.
Break the silence
give the pleasure.

It all begins again next year.

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