More To Be Added~
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They say a bird
Trapped in a cage
Will at first display
A caustic rage.
Fighting, thrashing,
Wroth with her prison;
Jabbing out past the bars
Through every gap and division.
Soon after, however,
She becomes filled with sorrow.
Knowing she will not fly
At any tomorrow...
Her wings droop,
Her colors seem to grey;
Her actions grow slower,
Day by dark, dark day.
The bird's song has stopped,
She's a sad sight to see,
But I do honestly believe
She will sing to me.
I truly believe
She'll sing to me...
~ ~ ~
Give a little girl
A most precious doll,
Cherished most of all,
Then her smile will curl.
Give a little boy
A teddy bear,
And tussle his hair,
Then he'll light up with joy.
No need to ask me;
The affection for toys
From girls and boys
Is easy to see.
Put a toy in their hand,
Be so kind,
And you will find
You give them a friend.
A toy is a thing
So pure, so benevolent;
It can be heaven-sent
And can make the heart sing.
Such a gift can heal pain
In a child's broken heart;
It's not so hard to do your part
To help them smile again.
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O noble hero
O noble hero
They see how proudly you stand
Atop the crest of the grassy rise
Salvation in your passion-lit eyes
The figure you strike is so grand
Yet I stand at your back
Yet I stand at your back
And like the moon without a single star
Marring your muscled, undirtied frame
Your utmost secret; your concealed shame
I see the start of the curve of a scar
Yes, that I know
Yes, that I know
You like to pretend that none will reveal
You adjust the place of your armor most prized
You hide the look of fear and shame in your eyes
And put on a grin to cement your seal
But it shall not last
But it shall not last
At that time, you were far less keen
But should they discover your wound of retreat
And learn how you fled with feet so fleet
Wouldn't your shield lose its sheen?
Ignorance is bliss
Ignorance is bliss
But you know that your shame
Would leave none else to blame
And darkness would leave you
Her lasting kiss
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
They say a bird
Trapped in a cage
Will at first display
A caustic rage.
Fighting, thrashing,
Wroth with her prison;
Jabbing out past the bars
Through every gap and division.
Soon after, however,
She becomes filled with sorrow.
Knowing she will not fly
At any tomorrow...
Her wings droop,
Her colors seem to grey;
Her actions grow slower,
Day by dark, dark day.
The bird's song has stopped,
She's a sad sight to see,
But I do honestly believe
She will sing to me.
I truly believe
She'll sing to me...
~ ~ ~
Give a little girl
A most precious doll,
Cherished most of all,
Then her smile will curl.
Give a little boy
A teddy bear,
And tussle his hair,
Then he'll light up with joy.
No need to ask me;
The affection for toys
From girls and boys
Is easy to see.
Put a toy in their hand,
Be so kind,
And you will find
You give them a friend.
A toy is a thing
So pure, so benevolent;
It can be heaven-sent
And can make the heart sing.
Such a gift can heal pain
In a child's broken heart;
It's not so hard to do your part
To help them smile again.
~ ~ ~
O noble hero
O noble hero
They see how proudly you stand
Atop the crest of the grassy rise
Salvation in your passion-lit eyes
The figure you strike is so grand
Yet I stand at your back
Yet I stand at your back
And like the moon without a single star
Marring your muscled, undirtied frame
Your utmost secret; your concealed shame
I see the start of the curve of a scar
Yes, that I know
Yes, that I know
You like to pretend that none will reveal
You adjust the place of your armor most prized
You hide the look of fear and shame in your eyes
And put on a grin to cement your seal
But it shall not last
But it shall not last
At that time, you were far less keen
But should they discover your wound of retreat
And learn how you fled with feet so fleet
Wouldn't your shield lose its sheen?
Ignorance is bliss
Ignorance is bliss
But you know that your shame
Would leave none else to blame
And darkness would leave you
Her lasting kiss
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