You sing just like
Uncaged birds.
?Til the trees are ablaze.
The scribe licks his pen,
Come fly with me!
Rewrite our end.
Still alive.
This is peace.
They will never send for us.
These walls have taught us not to speak.
Not to feel.
Not to see.
Sing me to sleep.
(Sing to me)
Like this is home.
Sing for me
While we're alone.