Flightless Bird

You hold the keys,
To the cage you’re in,
And yet you still stay within;

Captivating your captors;
Entertaining them with your songs,
Because my love,
You’ve developed a syndrome,
Called Stockholm.

You’ve fooled yourself
Into thinking,
This is the better world;
You’ve turned yourself into
Their little flightless bird.

Sing my bird;
Spread your wings and fly,
Open the locks,
And never look back,
To a world that would only,
Ruin the beauty,
That you are.