æ Kagome, Kagome æ
I'm
a caged bird,
With white-clipped wings...
There's a
lock-and-key on,
And many toy things...
The bird feed
sits alone,
Up high in a tray...
The decorations played
with first,
When you thought me a stray...
I'd like to
think I could be free,
But really I'm dreaming...
Kagome,
Kagome,
Is what I'll be singing...
I sit day and
night,
You don't see my tears...
I'm cold and
deprived,
Huddled from fears...
As the moonlight shines
down,
My soul becomes scarred...
Cause I'm a caged
bird,
And my soul is charred...
-December
14, 2004