Birds Poem by kite remedy

In this world broken world,
Where the safest place for birds to fly is within their own cages,
And beyond the sky we see only a shade of grey,
I stand on a hill,
Looking at the distance,
Where the lilac fields sprout, bloom and wither

In this damaged world,
Where we can simply say, 'We're hurt',
And feelings like sadness and grieves are by far so inexpressible,
In the distant horizon,
The polluted sky has no clouds, but blacks,
Even with daylight,
It still feels like night.

In this shattered world,
Where we lie beneath the starless sky,
And before we sleep,
You innocently ask,
'we can't separate dreams from nightmares, can we? '
There, between open eyes and closed eyes,
The blackness that we see remains.

In this defiled world,
Where we stare awkwardly upward to the sky,
As if hoping for the same happiness,
Those caged birds,
Chirping for the unlocked doors,
and that's when we start to defy the fear,
as long as our hands are joined,
we can always aim forward,
walk past the lilac fields, past the blackened horizon, past the polluted sky,
hoping for one thing,
'there might be a silver lining somewhere if we keep going forward'

And in this despair-ridden world,
We'll become the sky,
So that those birds can fly within us and their wings graze us by,
We'll float at the distance,
Stare below,
Enjoy the lilac view as we pass it by,
We can search for hope,
We can build a home,
For the world to live and of tomorrow to dream

And in this miraculous world,
Where our souls are free,
Everyone below us,
They now spread their wings,
The trace of ether in the air that we left behind,
Transform them as we are.

In our brilliant sky,
There's no black to see,
It's everyone's sky,
Where there's a world we build,
And someday,
The trace of our souls will be a new place for life,
A world with no cage,
A sky where birds can fly..