Anesthetized Lips

Blue skies turning grey
The sun’s long gone…
Snow is on the ground,
Winter’s come…

Trapped within her cage
Hidden from the world
A free bird in isolation
Wings growing cold.

Her anesthetized lips,
Have been numb for a while.
How can she sing?
When she can’t even smile.

In silence she waits,
Holding on to her belief;
The dark hour shall pass,
And truth will set her free.

Grey skies turning blue,
The snow long gone…
She can hear her song,
Spring’s come…