I am at a loss of sorts,
wishing to be free
as the sparrows flying high,
soaring in the sky
bright as love.

I am anchored to you
by the bonds of love
and the burdens of devotion.
Not yet have you made up your mind
about me.
I try to wait patiently…

…to be
the one you
finally need.

You pull me along beside you.

Will you ever realize what has
become of me?