Their Songs Fill the Halls

Iron bends in arcs
crossing firmly overhead
another sun rises to set
another feather shed
 
She considers their wings
As envy burns through
if she had those wings
she'd fly away too
 
Collected in her rooms
no frames needed on the walls
they alone are enough
Their songs fill the halls
 
But their songs are lies
to her unknowing ears
if she felt what she heard
she wouldn't waste their years