the cage
Your feathers long and slender,
a perfect flying machine.
Your wings can carry you,
oh so far and wide.
But looking all around
you have no place to fly.
You're trapped inside an endless cage
of hate and angers tried.
Your wings are crying out to you
'Forgive and we can fly!'
'No way!' you say,
'It's not my fault. These people have to pay.'
So all you'll do for your whole life
is waste your wings away.
a perfect flying machine.
Your wings can carry you,
oh so far and wide.
But looking all around
you have no place to fly.
You're trapped inside an endless cage
of hate and angers tried.
Your wings are crying out to you
'Forgive and we can fly!'
'No way!' you say,
'It's not my fault. These people have to pay.'
So all you'll do for your whole life
is waste your wings away.
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