My wings are clipped, feet tied down,
A caged bird, that's what I am.
And as I trot around "my" cage,
Yes, I can, see the vast blue sky,
Hear the free birds sing aloud,
And I do too - songs of Freedom,
Aloud in my own shrill voice!
They say, it's sweet, melodious,
My heart, it is, that breaks apart!
I sing of my kin and my friend,
And for my long lost love!
I sing for my forlorn flight,
In the graveyard of my dreams,
Till the dusk… my last breath…
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