The little black bird sits in her cage
Lonely, afraid of the outside world
Or, more precisely, afraid of the people in the outside world
She sings her songs from the bars of her cage
But nobody ever listens
They just nod and move on to continue with their daily lives
Not even bothering to see that the poor bird is dying
Dying from lack of love
Lack of heart
Lack of life
And just when she thought she was going to have her chance to fly free
It was taken from her
Taken away from her like a piece of candy, as if it was no big deal
She never talks, never says a word
The little black bird just keeps singing about a new day
But how can she have a new day when the current day is still passing on?
How can she sing when her eyes are filled with tears?
How will she move on from being deprived of the outside world?
Or should she really be asking
How will she, herself, the little black bird,
Die peacefully one day?