Bluebirds flit about the garden as I watch
a moment pass in time as I cry
They flit about and sing a song for me
keep company as I sit alone and stare

“What is it like to fly?” I ask the bluebirds
yet ne’er an answer do they ever give
“Stay a moment please?” I ask the bluebirds
yet ne’er a one does ever stay for me

They mustn’t understand me, thinks I
as the bluebirds carry on
That’s right, they cannot answer so
and yet the bluebirds call

Rage within boils over like Vesuvius
as the bluebirds mock me still
“Answer, damn you!” I do to them so shout
yet still no answer is their’s given

A treat! A treat will liken them to me!
I think as I brandish then some bread
Yet eat they do and no answer still is their’s
as they mock my gift with silent pecks

Will I never be free? Shall I perish here then?
I think as the songbirds sing their song
“You mock me still, just leave me be!”
I cry as tears do then I shed

But birds know not my prison cell
they know just gardens free
They cannot speak some truth to me
a truth they’ll never know