I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged

Their feathers are just too bright

And when they fly away

The part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice

But still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone

For some reason

I didn't feel sad or broken up

It just didn't seem real

But slowly I realized that it was real

That you were gone