Wish I was free just like a little beautiful golden bird,
With two fit wings able to fly highly close to the blue sky,
Giving it a soft touch, with clear thoughts on mind,
Whisper my wishes so quietly, as no one could descry,
Unfortunately I’m not that bird, I’m not even free to choose,
I’m locked up into a cold cage made of iron, frozen!
Full of broken thoughts, deeply hurt and can no longer raise,
I’ve lost my will to live, now that my smile is stolen,