Tears in pained bird
To fly on the wings of hope
I perch on the twig of the branch
Trusting fully on my feathers
The gusto wind did blow that day
And swayed away all my hope
This vain wings, I thought to keep away.
Sang the melody yearning for freedom
To fly high above the sky with the wings
And capture the world of happiness I love.
Some were in the cage, hardly flip to fly
Somewhere in the thorn of roses in garden
Bleeding blurry blood on bumpy body
How long that bird will be in cage?
How long that bird will be stuck in thorn?
When her boy fully covers by plier-mouth ants?
Where the wings are free to fly
The hope of floppy feathers floats freely
And minds of love spread to length of horizon.