Incapable of moving on, not able to fly where my mind wants to
I feel like a caged bird, unable to sing my heart out and be free
My wings were clipped and tied with iron bars, a rusty bed to fall onto
When the door opens, I will fly out on a spree
I am owned no more but, my cage bents to keep me here
Another bird has been put in it
This cage is too small for both of us, still... She is only a dear
Must I baby-sit?
Making new ways to break this cage, I sit on my chair and think
The little dear has grown into a magnificent golden bird
Asking me why are we in a cage, I say to her: "It's for safety" in a blink
She doesn't have to know the ways of a mockingbird
One day, she stopped singing
I tried cheering her up and asking her why but
The golden bird told me she mustn't go on living
She turned her back on me and showed me a cut
I told her to speak to me about the cut
She lifted her wings, and I saw an array of strings
With metal-sounding flaps, she said to me like a robot
"A caged bird never sings"
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Memory Fragments
FantasyWARNING: CONTAINS VERY EXPLICIT CONTENT. Sooner or later, we all crumble beneath our fears. It's up to us to recall what makes us human and stand strong against adversity. Memories, shattered and scattered throughout our lives, come to us one by one.
