i am in a golden cage and they feed me every now and then yet i am filled with rage for i have nothing down to pen from the iron bars i look out i scan the skies as much as i see and i have no doubts as i wonder if out there ill ever see me i see a friend who spreads his wings yet rides low for he knows he'll soon be claiming the skies yet he's here probably just to give me a shattering blow i see through the delivered fake promises and lies they ask me to sing i sing the song of freedom and they question that thing while i enjoy the stardom i am beautiful but that's not what i wish to be for me its dreadful for i can never fly away and be me they ask why the caged bird sings they'll never know its words all that i can own they do not see wmotions they do not see strings but i see my friend in the skies and i moan i sing a song of freedom in the hope of joining him for me he is the one enjoying all stardom he saunters past me for he knows my chances are slim.. i cry to the skies maybe someday ill be with you dont count on his lies maybe someday ill claim you too.. but for now its me and my song in the lonely golden cage i try not to weep, i try to be strong for freedom is not known to come with rage..
not at all bad infact i read it 5 times just that couldnt get time to respond.. i loved the concept ..the caged and the free ... good one
thank u .. i love irony..wish i was gud enuf to write bout such themes real well..i plan to try it more often..