White Bird - David Laflamme

White bird

In a golden cage

On a winter’s day

In the rain

White bird

In a golden cage

Alone

The leaves blow

Across the long, black road

To the darkened skies

In it’s rage

But the white bird

Just sits in her cage

Unknown

White bird must fly

Or she will die

White bird

Dreams of the aspen trees

With their dying leaves

Turning gold

But the white bird

Just sits in her cage

Growing old

White bird must fly

Or she will die

White bird must fly

Or she will die

The sunsets come

The sunsets go

The clouds roll by

And the earth turns old

And the young bird’s eyes

Do always glow

She must fly

She must fly

She must fly

White bird

In a golden cage

On a winter’s day

In the rain

White bird

In a golden cage

Alone

White bird must fly

Or she will die

White bird must fly

Or she will die

White bird must fly

Or she will die