Old robin-red breast, baby blue-Jay,
Singing such a pretty song, but there is a price to pay,
They don't sing from the tree-tops,
Or upon a pretty stage,
But at the bottom of the garden,
From within a wooden cage.
The Catalyst To My Goodbye
By MayAllYourShipsSail
Poetry, probably some literature, and a whole lot of mess. Warning: themes of depression, suicidal thoughts... More