Your world, made of gold
To my eyes, perched on your heart
Squealing chirps, you read as a song
Upon every corner, you hold as a branch
As I come, as I go, with wings uncertain
You hold this freedom, you give
By a home, warm as a nest
Your world, made of sand
To eyes, flying from rest of the world
Giving songs, to cover your ears
On corners, they snatch from your hold
As they come, as they go, wings certain
To find a freedom, you never gave
For an oasis, crumbling your world
into a desert
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