On every side was a wall of mesh
And in the middle she sat in her chair of mesh
What is out there beyond these walls?
What if her visions of the world outside were false?
She was caged
She grew tired of her little house
She wondered if her wings were for something else
What if I could get on the other side?
What if my wings were made not to only beautify?
One push and her mesh house gave way
She stepped out and was greeted by the sunrays
Then she slipped, for her house was high up in a tree
She was falling; this must be the end of me
Suddenly, she noticed others with wings like hers
Why weren't they falling, crying?
Then she saw why and so she spread her wings
And for the first time she flapped them
And so began a new life for her
The world she dreamed of was right before her
She found herself, she found her wings, she learned to fly
She lived her dream, she soared up high
She was free