Muted nightingale
With one clipped wing
She will never soar
She will never sing
Upon her leg, a silver ring
Beautiful Nightingale
Her silent splendour worshipped
She closes her eyes and projects her song
The only other way she knows how
From heart to heart
From spirit to spirit
In your mind you will see her fly
Swooping into your slumbering soul
Sweet Nightingale
Sings only in her dreams
Her mantra tender and clear
Injured wing crippling her freedom
With mended wing flies gracefully without fear
Brave Nightingale
Perhaps one day a miracle will shine
Her cage bars will shatter and part
She will sing for the first time
A song so sweet
and fly straight to your heart
For yours to keep
