Gold Guilded Cage

Raised in captivity ,

this bird stripped of wings.

I alone must pay the penalty.

In this cage there are no tunes to sing.

For what joy can captivity bring ?

Looking to the blue horizon, wishing , yearning to take flight.

These bars they hold me out of mind , out of sight.

My home is bare a naked form, with only my feathers to keep me warm.

So lock me up and cast me aside.

In this guilded prison, I have died inside.