A caged bird has no means of escaping its dilemma but wants to be set free from its wired cage before it dies.
Trapped in a wired cage
With no place to turn
I’m a poor bird
With clipped wings
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Lacking freedom
I hop around
Moping at my calamity
And trying to appease
Those who pass by
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I have lost
My voice
And am unable to sing
Sweet songs
That soothe the soul
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I miss gliding
Through the air
And dancing on tree tops
Enjoying freedom
Like many do
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You see
I’ve no place to turn
For I live in perpetual poverty
Trapped
With no place to go
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My feathers are wilted
I’m weak and hungry
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As I wait to be set free
Before I die from a lack
Of food, freedom and love
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