A breath is what we all require,
To live, to love, to quench desire.
But ah, what price this breath may be,
For longing is its fee.

It's like a bird trapped in a cage,
Fluttering wings, a futile rage,
Wishing to fly to distant lands,
And feel the wind on feathered strands.

It's like a flame in winter's night,
A dancing warmth, a flickering...