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Signs and symbols can't convey the feelings flaming behind bars, when this cage turns to a furnace perhaps I'll share this flame of ours. If one day I break free you will hear my tortured cries, your new knights will flee at the flame of my sigh. My cry for love mistaken for rage, sends me back into my cage. So treat me like a wild beast slay me for your victory, run me through the streets of Greece use my wings to sail the sea. Sulking on my pile of bronze reminds me of your chestnut hair, never was a fan of gold plus I couldn't find it anywhere. If one day I break free you'll hear my cries, your new knights will flee at the flame of my sigh. My cry for love mistaken for rage, sends me back into my cage. Princess won't you send for me just call and I'll appear till then I'll guard your castle gate and dodge your iron spears Maybe I'm a monstrous thing but you have seen my gentle side I hope that you find love ag...

Walking down a road in my home town I hear a voice. I turn to look and my eyes notice for the first time a banyon tree the size of a sky scraper. I hear the voice again it. Faintly it registers as the voice of my love beckoning me but I am entranced by the tree. How could I have never noticed it before. I walk to the base and begin to climb the branches. Perhaps my love is among them. But I wasn’t really listening. As I climb higher and higher I begin to hear other voices. Frantically I search the branches to find her voice. In my frenzy I slip and my ankle is caught in the crook of a branch. I’m afraid to struggle, in fear of loosing my foot and plummeting to my death. I look down slowly. At the base of the tree, on the other side of the street stands my love. Her back is turned to me and away she walks.