A Caged Bird
J
James McLain
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I can not notice the words they speak,
the lights dimmed,
so there is a growing,
their/there is a knowing i see
laughing men and maids in the volunteer search for him/my eyes.
I hope that when she smiles at me,
she does not guess my joy and pain, for her,
if she is ever so nice to see my way again.
It is a secret in my heart,
I still do not hear anything so far, open her ears,
And still it sings there day by day like most caged birds.
and my 'daughter' means too much to me.
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