Dear Diary,The sun was on the rooftop
the bird was in the cage
the pen would not stop
writing words on the page
and in my eyes was the rage.
The man was in the meadow
the bird was in the air
My world was full of shadow
My words were in despair
and in my eyes was a tear.
The cat lay in the sun
the bird flew through the rain
the pen became a gun
my words were words of pain
and in my eyes you were again.
The gun was there to kill it
the bird was in his aim
My words could not fill it
this empty shell of shame
It was freedom or the bullet
and the pen wrote your name
and in my eyes it was the same.
