Caged birds, they sing all day
Of unloved things; while the hours away.
Caged birds just peck at food,
Scarcely a bite; they sit and brood.
Imprisoned by love; don't speak aloud,
Of the freedom they're not allowed.
Caged birds see it all and sigh:
For all their wings, caged souls can't fly.
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