Jail Bird Sing

[Cobalt Mailman]

Love is red,
solitude is blue,
bars are black
and I miss you.

Dark is Dreary,
morn is bliss,
hearts are breaking
I need a kiss.

Day bird,
Night bird,
Jail bird, sing
a song of widowed happiness
of heart felt dirge,
of midnight wish.
Day bird,
night bird,
sing me this.

Lips are pink,
hair is gold,
guild is Bleak
or so I'm told.

Chance is here,
risk is there,
fault is fear
to those who dare.

Dear bird,
my bird,
jail bird, sing
a song of missing tenderness
of innocence kept
of truth above.
Dear bird,
my bird,
sing me love.

[Groks]

Very nice! It's also nice to see you make an appearance again, Cobalt Mailman. I like your work.

[Cobalt Mailman]

Well I thought you might like another visit. however, the U.S. Postal Service isn't used much for this sort of transaction anymore, so I won't be on especially often.