Inside a metal cage
A little bird sings
It chirps and it twitters
A song that only it can understand
As it puffs its chest and lets its notes ring in the air
The passion is unmistakable
Listen, and you will understand
The passion is the answer
Not everything has a why
But that bird shouldn’t be in a cage
It should be soaring upon high, in the big blue sky
You might ask me ‘why?’
And I say this;
The bird has wings, it is meant to fly!
Written by Miss Wren
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