i feel that i .....i should fly.... as high as a bird in the sky, there's a hitch, if you must query, what goes up must surely come down, that's the glitch , well now you know:) a caged bird, never can sing... dreaming of freedom ......i have clipped wings.. there is no poetry in my soul, just strings of lies some would say.... nay! tis but a dream yet to unfold. why do we hide....cries the heart to protect ourselves.......whisper the soul..