No light shining through my home..
No space for me to roam.
I dream of the day..
I can fly away..
I stay flying around in my 32 inch tall cage..
Plucking my feathers, full of rage.
Unfulfilling an animal to it's nature
A form of torture..
Don't come near me I'll bite..
Company I do not invite.
Inside my confinement is no sight.
But my swing that has succumbed to old age.
But I'm just a bird..
Stuck in a cage.
Aug 13, 2019
Aug 13, 2019 at 2:44 AM UTC
No light shining through my home..
No space for me to roam.
I dream of the day..
I can fly away..
I stay flying around in my 32 inch tall cage..
Plucking my feathers, full of rage.
Unfulfilling an animal to it's nature
A form of torture..
Don't come near me I'll bite..
Company I do not invite.
Inside my confinement is no sight.
But my swing that has succumbed to old age.
But I'm just a bird..
Stuck in a cage.
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