Unspoken

You and me, we want to fly,

Just like the sparrow that flutters by.

On narrow branches, it stops and sings,

But, here on the ground, we’re lacking wings.

You look at me and I at you.

We know it’s what we’ll never do.

But as the songbird flies away,

We still wish that we could one day.

It’s the freedom that we really crave.

The choice and right that flying gave.

To leave at will, to come and go,

It a thing that only birds can know.

So we depart, turn back for town,

With spirits low and heads cast down.

We both say but we speak no words,

If we must die, let us come back as birds