Through a stained window

Through a stained window I could see
(sergei@ptd.net Sergei Polischouk 08/17/1996)

Through a stained window I could see
A bird in the cage looking at me…
With deep, round, sad eyes
She aims to sing and fly to the sky…

By her side her mate sat cooing
The master knows what he is doing…
The door is locked and the keys are lost
And the blood still fresh on roughed cross…

Made the master cry, she used to sing, she used to fly
But through the long cold nights and the deep dark sky…
No one could hear her songs anymore
And no one could unlock her door…

But the love of the master’s tears brought hope
She asked him “Please make it all stop?”
Her freedom was lost, her duties were clear
And no one wants to help her here…

But the master had locked her in to keep
Cause he is cool, good, real and deep…
She doesn’t really know why
She needs this life, yet wants to die…

She comes on line to kill the time
She has a lot but has no dime…
One ray of sun that was so strong
Reached with beam in into the lock

And tried to make right…what was wrong…
And send those lovers to flight.