Little bird why are you caged?
What coercion keeps you from spreading your wings?
The bars that hold you are mere twigs you have been taught to think are steel.
Who has taught you such lies?
The fortitude you seek lies just beyond the mountains.
Little bird your song is your catalyst for freedom.
One swift moment and you will be free from your prison.
Little bird you are hurting yet you refuse empathetic looks.
Your head held high awaiting the moment you feel the wind beneath your wings.
An indignant thought has never crossed your mind.
Little bird teach me your hope song so I too may escape my shackles.
Little bird teach me to fly.
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