13 February 2013
There are birds Hanging from my ceiling Oh how they tease With their outspread wings
Oh birds You are just like me Able to fly But tied by the tail To the roof that Covers both of us
Oh birds I'd free you if You could choose to flee Unlike my maker Who will keep me Even after my wings Are too old to glide
Paper birds Imitating your own kind Who makes the choice to soar the sky Paper birds We're just alike You and I A make and a model Without the capability to fly
Paper Birds • Opuss № I