Ragged dove of golden locks,
kept hidden from the world,
when caged away
how can you say
you prefer your freedom withhold?

I offer you my open hand
to free you from this prison,
knowing all too well
you've chosen this hell
for as long as your years tick on.

Run away those years did,
giving me much time to think
of why you've chosen
to stay beholden
under a heavy, metal lid.

I fear, to my dismay
after believing you a fool -
I have discovered
          You are better kept away.