Cage In a Garden

Cage In a Garden

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5-09-97

Sitting in a locked cage,
In the middle of a garden.
Want to pick the flowers,
Restricted by this iron den.

Just beyond my grasp,
A pretty rose of yellow,
All it needs to blossom,
Is a loving caring fellow.

I can smell the sweet aroma,
In the air around.
Wish that I could dance
In this garden I have found.

Rows and rows of beauty,
No one yet has cared.
I could love this garden,
If this damn cage was spared!

Reaching for your tulips,
I caught some in my hand,
Brought them to mine own.
Made me feel so grand.

Still wanting for the garden,
If I only may…
I’d never leave this garden,
It’s there I want to stay.