With clipped wings keeping it ground.
Knowing but a few can hear its sound.
And to join the flocks in the sky.
When the air is holding it up high.
To keep it safe, from that it cannot escape.
Leaving it behind, prisoner to a lonely fate.
Another bird out there will respond.
With the longing for the world beyond.
One which knows the plight, of the trapped mind.
And perhaps its longing for more will grow.
Perhaps the freedom of its shelter, will finally show.