One day the bluebird will sing freely, I hope
but for now, it remains caged, I see
a day will come when the bluebird is freed, as
long as it stays singing, I say
it’s muffled songs are like a beating heart, silent
cries that it’s still here, I hear
if I had the key it’ll long be soaring, I comfort it
but the key is only for the special and good bluebirds, I tell it
keep on singing, I say, keep on making that noise, I say
one day they’ll understand your special too, I tell it
the bluebird is tired, I feel it
it sings less often, I hear it
the bluebird is tired, I sense it
it grows quiet, I feel it
and one day the silence will be all that’s heard, I fear it
that day, death, I’ll know it
together with the bluebird, I’ll stay.
Learned Living 