We put them in cages to capture their beauty, so we may be inspired.
Freedom then becomes an illusion
Perched patiently, waiting trapped behind the glass.
Their souls sing songs, we don't pay attention to the melodies much to magnificent to catch
We fill it with artificial decorations some sort of replica of the real thing
Thinking they won't know the difference, all the while stripping their innocence away.
The more we think we are in control the less and less we truly know
We cannot contain spirits so free
When we try we become the locked up cages inside you and me!!!!!!!
"I strive to be a very humble and loving person. I love music and the way Jesus works through me to help others." - Kim Smith, Leicester, North Carolina