| caged birds sing their dreams to life, unhindered by the bars across the sky that is so much more than free within each tiny breast that bursts with golden sun. |
| the birds are not their cages and i am more than flesh and mind, more than a prisoner of your need to tie an angel to your back as you search for love among the thorns, never daring to look up or lose control, frightened that your sense of free might urge you to surrender to the truth of your own wings and fly. |
| so i will dance our dreams to life, the chains that we have wrapped around my waist for fear you lose your angel, and your way, are not as real as the love that lives inside our hearts of golden sun. |
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| *image: luis royo |