The Nightingale's Tale

Thundering skies and watery eyes
I'm sick of all the wondering
Tell me the the truth, no need for lies 
I only wish to stop pondering

Whether you cherish me as I do you
Or if you're interested in a future
Tell me now before I fall
The silence is too much pressure

You say you want to talk and yet
I haven't heard you say a word
Why not say what you mean unless
You too see me as a caged bird

3/17/26