My heart is no good in a golden cage,
Sage, but nowhere to go
I once asked God,
“Make my hands your hands,
Make these eyes your eyes.”
“They are,“ she said,
“But since you asked –
I will help to remove your gloves
And unhood your eyes
To see and feel a depth of love
You have the keys
There is life and death in the power of the tongue
moving the dial ever so slightly
Will shift your course to a place called Love
The place you always longed to be
But your hands were tied in your eyes blind
And when you prayed that prayer
The angels cheered
Because when the axe fell on your cosy cage
Your heart cried,
“Go big, or go home!“
You refused to stay small and sad
You knew better –
That the key to joy
Is in the expansion of this dear heart.