Once free, I roamed the sky, With wings that carried me high. A world of wonder, a life of bliss, No cage, no chains, no tethered kiss. But then one day, I met a man, Who offered food with a gentle hand. I trusted him, I had no fear, For in my heart, there was no smear. But as I sat upon his palm, He locked me up in his realm. The cage was small, the walls were cold, My wings were clipped, my spirit sold. I sang a song of freedom then, Of skies that held me high again. I cried and wept for what I'd lost, My innocence, my bliss, my cost. And yet I sang with patience too, For in my heart, I knew it's true, That freedom comes to those who wait, Who persevere, who don't berate. So with my voice, so sweet and clear, I sang a song for all to hear, Of tyranny and betrayal too, Of beauty lost, and pain that's new. I the innocent bird, with my pity voice, Sang the song of tyranny, with no rejoice. But still, i croon with all my might, For freedom, for justice, for the light. The...