Old Man Young LII - Victoria Blue

This is not a cage
With a swing
That's gilded to make you sing
This is not a cell
With a view
And trinkets to comfort you
This is a garden
This is your tree
This is the strongest branch
Rest your wings
This is a garden
And this is your tree
And this is the strongest branch
Come rest your wings
Come walk through the garden we made
See what's bloomed and fruited since you've been away
Hands in the dirt and tended to it every day
Waiting for you
Waiting for you
To come
Home

Written by:
Gary Young

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