Whistle-Blowing

You said you were my soulmate,

I didn´t see you were just a trapping mirror,

Imitating my gesture, my habits,

Pretending clean slate,

But you cannot keep birds from flying,

So you broke my wings, tenderly,

But you cannot keep birds from flying,

So you burned my heart to ashes, softly,

But you cannot keep birds from flying,

So you tried to schmooze me,

But you cannot keep birds from flying,

You sold me down the river, calling it love...

And the bird stopped flying,

And along came a rainbow through the clouds,

And you cannot keep birds from flying!
 

  © Stefan Volmari

 

 

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