Bird in a cage
I was a bird flying high
Saw a valley full of green
But the people living full of greed
Angry and having lust
Having no mercy or a quality best
Flying again reached a city
very glamour with running cars
People were happy sitting in bars
But telling each other the secrets of wars
How to kill people causing ugly scars
Thay caught me in a dark cage
I lost my wings with passing age
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