Fear Of Flying

I wanted to be with you but was afraid to fly.
But now I hear the birds sing as they go by.
I sing in my gilded cage but it isn't the same.
All that I can hear is the echoes of your name.

I was meant to fly but my wings were clipped.
I try to spread my wings but I can only trip.
But someday all my feathers will grow again.
I don't have to pace; I know you're there friend.

Seeing you nested up in that big oak tree.
Gives me a longing; Yet, I want to be free.
I have gotten used to the gilded cage, dear.
But sometimes I envy you and shed a tear.

It doesn't even matter when the door is open.
The cage is my home; It comes from coping.
I don't even see the bars; They've disappeared.
I live in this small space; The way I was reared.

I take flights of fancy; But not like before.
I was meant to fly; But with an open door.
You're freedom is much greater than mine.
Somehow I feel like I was just left behind.