She is a pretty little bird of a rare species..
Flying so high … high up…and sometimes low…
Endless search for the strongest branch to rest..
In a familiar wood…She wouldn’t know her fate
Until one fine day she was put to a test…

She is a pretty little thing…
So bizarre… a special one of its kind…
One day she was caught, tied and locked
She trembled, she felt so scared but she was trapped..
Snatched was her freedom, robbed was her life…
Taken was her dignity, stolen was her identity…
She is a lonely bird in a golden cage…
She doesn’t whistle sweet love songs
She cries everyday she cries …
Ugly lullabies… Bitter sweet love and defeat songs
All that glitters are not pure gold….
In her golden cage, she frantically stumbles...
She falls… suffocates in fake luxuries….
Hiding behind those radiant smiles, what a fake she is…

Cold, cold lifeless life…false sweet words of love and empty promises…
She’d rather die peacefully in the woods so free
What life is an extravagant life?
In the comfort of her silky linen bed ,
Her heart aches and she dies everyday

Her face turned white..Her heart turned cold
She breathes slowly she is so freaking cold….
In this golden cage… the iron bars feel so cold..
She cries and waits for the day to come by…
The day … the final day that she would be sold…
She is just a pretty little bird in someone’s castle
Trapped in a golden cage, she’d lost her soul…….