Wings of black against the sky,
caged and perched, he watches them fly.
Head lowered and tucked away,
slowly his dreams decay.
Gently the lone song begins,
telling of regret and of his sins.
For this begat his dreadful fate,
and now he holds a horrible hate.
This ignorant bird, quite lonesome be,
used to have it all, you see.
His wings once spread against the sky,
will never again learn to fly.
Rusty bars obscure bright light,
Oh, what a sad, pathetic sight!
Head lowered and tucked away,
slowly his dreams decay.
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