Once upon a time,
There was a little bird
Had nothing of her own,
Just a lifeless throne.
Had a beautiful voice of hers,
To please everybody around
And two small wings,
To flutter freely around.
But then they cut her tongue,
Burned her hopes away
Sliced her wing out,
And left her to die.
But no they didn’t leave her,
Her peace bothered them
Urged her to sing again,
And poked her to fly high.
How foolish they were,
Thinking they ruled her
But the throne was hers to claim,
And they never thought so.
So here they are,
And here she is
Helplessly lonely,
Neither dead nor alive.