Unrestrained

Let the wounded bird take wing, Though dismal may be his fate; Should he overcome this cruel sting, His triumph he'll celebrate Let the willow bend and weep; Though it appears to be weak, It would tell you its roots run deep If it were able to speak Let the wolf howl to the moon - He has the right to be heard; Morning will be here all too soon, Then enters the singing bird Let the spider weave her snare, For this task she was designed; While her prey, feeling no despair, Awaits its cruel fate, resigned Let love and loneliness brawl, Let die the things that must die; Release the tears and let them fall, And let the broken heart cry Let me love without constraints - The sinking boat needs no oar; Do not preach of sinners and saints With Death's feet so near my door Let me taste love's sweetest wine, And let this shattered heart mend; Having seen my star of love shine, Then let the curtain descend