In a golden cage there lives a birdthat seems quite like no otherconfined to the bars around hereyes longing to see the world.She dreams of soaring high in the sky
painting her wings in the crimsonhues of the sun raysbut her feet is tied, aren't wings meant to fly?People travel from far and nearto claim this unusual birdtrying to possess and show offmaking it merely an object.She tries to sing out the song of freedombut is choked with emotionssuffocated by the surroundingsbut she won't ever give up.One day, she would be a free birdand all her wishes would come trueflying away from out of your reachto a happy mystical land of peace.
