The songbird’s voice is stolen
It’s heart is ripped in two
Caged, with spirit broken
It’s wild beauty dimmed too.
Sitting in a dusty room
In a corner dimmed by night
It dreams of forbidden freedom
Of long-forgotten flight.
A wavering beam of starlight
Shines through the dreary gloom
The songbird escapes it’s plight
As it’s heart stills in a metal tomb.
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