You’ll Never be my Little Canary

You’ll never be my little canary,
singing happy in the grim box.
But don’t think I don’t love your song,
you perfect, perfect bird.

But you never will be mine.
Sweet little bird. Dear sweet little bird.
For freedom’s sake,
I’ll let you free.

I won’t love you any less.
I won’t push you away.
I’ll always, always love you.
But I won’t box you up.

Find someone else for that.
Someone who thinks he can.
But I’ll love you better
by letting you free.