In the corner of a room,
There lay a caged bird,
No matter how it tweeted,
It still lay unheard.
How it flew at the bars,
Pecked, flapped and screeched,
There was no way out,
Forever shall its solitary prisoner, keep.
It looked out from between those bars,
Into a window yonder on,
What did it see?
But freedom, skies and dawn.
Something it can never have,
You can see but never touch,
Or experience or even feel,
On the metal rod, did the bird clutch.
The cage was built around the bird,
There IS no door,
If this bird was immortal,
Imagine the hurt it bore.
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