By Mike Bell
In a cave, in a wood, in a land beside the sea
Sits a Child, inside a Man, inside a Mind that thinks it’s Me
Says the Child, “I am a bird, and long for sky to set me free”
Replies the Mind, “Stay inside, here is all you need to see”
And the Man looks the other way
‘Cos he don’t know what to say
He’s not listening anyway
Scared of living in the day.
And the air, up above, weaves its whirling weather ways
Autumn winds strip the leaves, to let in the Winter’s gaze
Snow then falls, it goes on falling, for days and days and days
Until the Sun breaks through the clouds, with the searchlight of his rays
And though the world is wild and wide
Still the Man says, “Here I’ll bide
Where it’s warm and safe inside
For the Child has surely died.”
So it goes, until one day, when a Woman’s gentle eyes
Open to the hidden Child, by looking past the Mind’s disguise
So that Love now fills the void of a thousand fearful lies
If growing up means growing cold, it’s foolish to be wise
And though gales and storms are rough
Still the Child rides the airs above
For the cave is not enough
Find Joy when Fear gives way to Love
(To the tune of Windmills of My Mind)
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