Locked away in a gilded cage,
Is the beautiful song bird.
Not a note sang, no song within its heart-
perhaps she's fallen apart like the rest of the world?
Opening the gilded cage the bird only weeps.
Looking at her I see the little image of me.
Locked away from others in a world I can only be in-
nothing to say without being found out.
Seeing the true being within me,
I spread my wings and fly away from the has been and onward to the will be.
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O.o You're actually going to read this??? o.O
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