Any bird can sing praises
to the mountains carved in stone.
Any man can find redemption
in a field of hopes he's sown.
Any fool can write a poem and
any pen can fill a page.
Just as freedom can be stifling
so was your love like a cage.
But, poor you! Little flying fish,
you will never reach the birds.
And how could I ever know what to say,
when you've taken all the words?