Searching for a way out The little bird behind a cage Lost within a world Molten to her age Wings are shabby still From years of not being able to fly Sad songs escape her lips all day Locked behind bars to die. Pecking at the steel Her beak hurting from trying to get out Tired of viewing life locked away Deep inside the need to be free shouts. Her feet are sore from where she stands perched Another bar so tiny and small Wishing for once just to feel the wing beneath her wings Then maybe her tune would rise up instead of fall.Birth sign: Pisces
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