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 for the day I’m uncaged and free to fly


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