I am the last bird of the extinct species
crying out my chirps desperately for a mate
but they are hindered by these glass walls and lookalike trees
as my cries go in vain, I cry louder with immense pain
even if these walls didn’t exist
there is no one out there for me
someone who can understand my cries, see and feel my feathers
outside I felt the sun’s warmth after rainfall
here even though it’s sunny all the time I feel cold
even the cries of love are hurting me
my cries becomes quiet as these days pass
why am I born with these wings, voice?
Is it not to glide with the wind?
Is it not to sing my songs?
Set me free of this misery
I’ll die in the wild finding a non existent mate, eating what I want
is there anyone like me out there?
I don’t know if I am lost or the last
but I am the last bird of the extinct species
crying out my chirps desperately for a mate
as my cries go in vain, I cry louder with immense pain