Two Songbirds

Again they both are calling

to a tune of nightingale

Despite how much I chase the sun

I still so crave the pale

Moonlight, stars and choruses

that serenaded my first love

Then cast the shadows of my doubt

upon a different kind of dove

Now buried in the depths am I

and locked within a tomb

These melodies are faint at best

neither dispels the gloom

Yet still they resonate throughout

my clipped-wing chamber halls

And echo through my corridors

and repaint all my walls

With colors of assurance

that these cages have no ceiling

Even if I'm still unsure

which song is more appealing