I look beyond my Golden Cage
to find my dreams calling me,
with arms stretched wide open
and a wick of hope burning.
My heart leaps with joy
at the very thought of flying again,
of leaving all pain and scars behind
and be myself again.
Alas! I can't move
with my legs shackled and wings burnt,
caged in a place where
the golden glow blinds my sight.
Why do I feel so weary,
why do I feel so numb,
I give up fighting with fate
as hope flickers in the wind of dismay.
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