Muted nightingaleWith one clipped wingShe will never soarShe will never singUpon her leg, a silver ring Beautiful NightingaleHer silent splendour worshippedShe closes her eyes and projects her song The only other way she knows howFrom heart to heartFrom spirit to spiritIn your mind you will see her fly Swooping into your slumbering soulSweet NightingaleSings only in her dreams Her mantra tender and clearInjured wing crippling her freedomWith mended wing flies gracefully without fearBrave NightingalePerhaps one day a miracle will shineHer cage bars will shatter and partShe will sing for the first timeA song so sweet and fly straight to your heartFor yours to keep
