Birdcage by Catrin Welz-Stein
Colleen, Colleen
high in a gilded cage she sings
Colleen, Colleen
hardly remembering her silvery wings
Colleen, Colleen
finding this gilded age so strange
Colleen, Colleen
travelled so far to find so little change
Colleen
motion in poetry
but she's a stranger to the sky
Colleen
captive to industry
until she finally forgot to fly
Colleen, Colleen
high in a silver cage she sings
Colleen, Colleen
hardly remembering her wings are made of gold
Colleen, Colleen