Caged
A life of hate
An empty space
Sitting alone in my cage
My wings held down
From my throat I utter no sound
The sky so far away
Perched down low
Waiting for the end of my sorrow
I ache with the longing of flying free
From my mouth I no longer sing
Scars on my body from trying to break loose
I realized later on there was no use
So I sit here and stare
Out at the magnificent far away sky
Waiting
Waiting for the day I’m uncaged and free to fly
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